Here's another "according to Marilyn." To you new readers, Marilyn has been my best friend for over 50 years. We share a brain. Marilyn is a gypsy. As I write, she's driving to Minneapolis in her gypsy-wagon and is smack in the middle of Nebraska with her flamenco guitar. Woo those corn-huskers with a little Alegrias. (Or is is Iowa corn-huskers? I've been away from the mid-West so long, I can't remember.) Help me out.~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Henry's Story~~~~~~~According to Marilyn.
Henry is a talented, retired musician who for 25 years, has played a Saturday night piano bar in San Francisco just for the love of music.
It wasn't for salary he played but for socialization.
He connects with old friends, and reaches out to new ones, as he plays requests with his drink sitting on top of the piano. Kinda reminiscent of Hoagy in Casablanca. On this particular night, a new pompous young executive introduced himself, with .....
''I'm your new manager. You can't leave that drink on the piano."
Henry answered with, "I've put my drink there for 25 years."
"Yes, yes, new rules. Take it down immediately," the young exec ordered as he turned his back to walk away.
Henry had enough. His answer was, "You're just a corporate pussy."
With that, the young executive whipped around and zinged out at Henry, "You can't talk to me like that. That's going to be one mark against you. Three more and you're finished."
"How many more did you say?" asked Henry.
"Three. You get three more and your're outta here."
Henry stood up, closed his piano and said, "Corporate pussy, corporate pussy, corporate pussy." Picked up his drink and walked out.
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What do you think? Should Henry have moved his drink and kept playing or do you think he did the right thing?
