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Crushed

If an oblivious rhino sat on me at the luncheon booth smooshing me into the paisley leather upholstery I would certainly have felt less abruptly trampled by a pensive and deliberate elephant had he left me a tip.

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Paul Bell

Date: 5/7/2024 8:45:00 AM

They'll be that obscure notice hiding. Beware of smooshing Rhino's. On the plus side. If you're going to get smooshed, paisley leather is the way to go.

Carol Louise Moon
Date: 5/7/2024 10:20:00 AM

Paul, I'm so glad you saw the humor in this poem. I had fun writing it. I'm not even a waitress, but I can see the disappointment if they don't get a good tip. These days I try to tip at least 22% to 25%.