Superwaitress

Last night I bravely defied my wife's 7 PM bedtime curfew by rolling out the back window and joining the lads on a daring mission to search & destroy the local pub. I was about to reveal my groundbreaking theory about the cost efficiency of dynamite fishing while smugly sipping a Gin & Tonic when the waitress interrupted my genius with a tap on the shoulder. Holy Molly Ringwald, my surprise when I turned around and witnessed none other than the last daughter of Krypton waiting tables!

In this delightful era of financial dread brought to us by our beloved politicians, one supersalary isn't enough.

Other than that, it was a pretty meh night, TBH.