You’d think Brick would have at least learned how to spell my name by now

Sitting on the couch at the Saucer.  Brick, who is supposedly my waitress, has been sitting here next to me chatting.  Big thanks to Jennifer who noticed I was out of beer and put in another Fire Sale for me, even though Brick, who was my waitress and sitting right next to me, didn’t notice.

So, a few minutes later Brick did notice.  Then she found out Jennifer had already ordered it for me and put in a “NO MAKE” ticket.  This is the ticket:

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