Stereotypes
As overheard while cocktail waitressing in 4 inch heels and a wee, little halter number on “ladies’ night” at a former-Boston hot-spot that promptly fell into ruin as soon as I was hired. $5-filet mignon and all. Cooked well-done.
Martini-sipping-middle-ager-#1: “You know, Jenny’s a lesbian now…”
Martini-sipping-middle-ager-#2: “Oh really? But she is so cute!”
