There was one family that would reserve the party room, the buffet room every month or so, and if you kept their drinks coming fast enough they would tip you a whole week’s wages. The real key was to shuttle those Shirley Temples to their kids. Once that Sprite and Grenadine took over, there was only so much time those brothers and their wives could stand each other. As soon as one of the adults ordered two fingers of any brown liquor I knew I would be going home soon. I don’t remember what their business was, but they ran a monthly tab. We loved their business. It was the best of theater. Before the curtain, almost every time, one of the wives would order a bottle of wine with her hand on your ass. If I could have danced or sang at all, I could have retired into their mediocre wealth.