…altercation with restaurant lady wherein my attempt to give a .40 tip is met with a look of confusion… escorted outside by tall, thin dude with hipster hair. In anger, I jerk my arm away and he pulls a gun and says glancing around nervously at the crowd, “hey, this ain’t M*A*S*H”. Then I start yelling and swinging at him, gun and all.
In real life news, I’m coming down with something even though I’m never sick.
