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| By this time the place was pretty crowded and I left Tito and Brad and
waited on some other customers down the bar.
A woman came up to the bar and ordered a Stoli martini. I say woman but really I think she was just an apparition, a beam of light. I don't know if I've ever seen anything so beautiful in my life, as if she had been created in Photoshop 4.0 or something.  |
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I made the drink, she took it, and then she headed off without paying. Without even looking at me, I might add, as if to acknowledge another person's existence would be to allow oneself to be brought down to the level of mere humanity. "Excuse me!" I shouted at her. "Excuse me! Lady!" (Lady? Do you call a supermodel 'lady'?) She turned around and gave me a cold, cold stare. "That's nine fifty," I said. "For the drink?" "How dare you like ask me for money!" she said back in a voice that
sounded as if it had been made out of thin sheets of aluminum. "Don't
you like know who I am?"
Of course I don't know who you are, and even if I did what difference would that make?
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