When I was a wee lass and a waitress at the finest pancake establishment in the world (IHOP) (grin) a had two OLD LADIES, the only patrons in the place at 3.0 in the afternoon, throw creamers at me to get my attention (my back was turned as I was preparing another gigantic urn of coffee) and I was WELL within earshot should they have said, "Miss..?" I turned to them, glared at them and in my most haughty nineteen year-old voice told them it was completely unacceptable to throw things at me. Dumb bithches! And as most of my teens years are a blur of beer drinking, quaalude taking and pot smoking, the fact that this incident is recalled is testiment to its hideousness.
Here endeth the lesson.
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In Barrie's play and novel, the roles of fairies are brief: they are allies to the Lost Boys, the source of fairy dust and ...They are portrayed as dangerous, whimsical and extremely clever but quite hedonistic.
"Shall I give you a kiss?" Peter asked and, jerking an acorn button off his coat, solemnly presented it to her.
—James Barrie
Wimminfolk they be tricksy. - ZenGum
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