PIG PENAnyone have a napkin? I have got mustard and ketchup all over my hands.5Dude, are you eating a hot dog?LUCYEeeew!3For Breakfast?PIG PENMy dad t...ok me to the ball game, a few days ago, and bought me three hot dogs, one of them was still in my pocket.RUBYI think, I’m going to be sick.I applauded these youngsters, for really trying to become their characters.“Ruby, run offstage left after your line, as though you really were about to be sick. It will help to end the scene.”“Pig Pen, your. My friends and I would put on those pretend magic glasses around my sister or one of her friends. It would cause them to instantly start covering themselves as if those magic glasses could see them naked. I still cannot forget how much fun that was. Well, I am a lot older nowadays. Any of those pretend games like that are long past. None of that silly stuff could happen in the real world.My story started this morning when I was getting ready for work like I do every weekday. I would relieve. Now that he was really a labourer it made him see it all in a totallydifferent light. While he'd been Lady Ann it had seemed simplicity itselfto order servants to get things done and then put it out of her mind.Now, as Burt, having to actually do that backbreaking labour was anotherthing entirely. He had new respect for the lower orders and the hard workthey had to get on with while the quality ponced about putting on airs,making out like they was better.It was like the vicar had said in his. Hoping to be "found" as an actor, I did what every other wanna-be thespian did, I got a job in the food industry. Even with a college degree in business and experience in bartending, it still was tough landing a job in a fine establishment. I finally got my foot in the door at one thriving Italian place in Marina Del Rey. After a few months I went from one-day shift behind the bar to head bartender and co-manager. Plus, I met her. The catering manager and manager of it's sister restaurant on.