I made my way in the bar to see the recital. I stopped and told the bartender his doorman had walked off the job.
“What doorman?” the bartender asked, puzzled. “We don’t have a doorman.”
I made my way in the bar to see the recital. I stopped and told the bartender his doorman had walked off the job.
“What doorman?” the bartender asked, puzzled. “We don’t have a doorman.”