CALL ME SNAKE

I went into a country-western shop on Broadway the other day, looking for cowboy (cowgirl?) outfits for the girls back home. I asked the clerk how late they’d be open. “Until I don’t feel like workin’ anymore,” she replied. I found that attitude refreshing and downright inspiring. As a matter of fact, I’m going to sign off right now. Why? “I don’t feel workin’ anymore.”