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How to put the smack-down on a wannabe rock star
As predicted in my previous post, Susanne did in fact return to our table at the Trash Can Sinatra show, shaking her head at the blood sugar her brother had just given her on her cell phone.
Making the call, through, wasn't so easy. Having difficulty getting a signal, Susanne walked toward the restrooms behind the small stage and found herself in a narrow foyer of sorts leading to a small backstage room.
"Hey!" a skinny rocker type shouted.
"You can't be in here!"
Oh no he didn't!
"I have a child with diabetes at home," she barked back.
