Half an hour after arriving at Wet Willy’s Sherry said, “That’s it. All we have to do is tune up and set the microphone levels.”
“Let’s sit down and relax before we start playing,” I said. “We still have about twenty-five minutes before we start playing music.”
We had just finished setting up our musical equipment on the deck for our 4:30 Saturday afternoon gig on Wet Willy’s dock.
“Hey Bruce!” Sherry said, as he walked by our table with Diane’s little dog on a leash. “Are you dog sitting today?”
“I guess you could call it that,” Bruce said. “Diane went to the bank so I told her I would watch the dog while she’s gone.”
His cell phone rang and he answered it and said, “What?! Oh, my God! When did it happen? Where are you?”
He hung up and said, “Diane got held up on her way to the bank. Apparently she’s OK, though. She’s coming up the dock right now.”
A crowd from the bar ran out to greet her. By the time she got into the bar the excitement had died down and she came over to our table where Bruce had left her dog.
“Are you all right?” I asked. “We heard you were robbed.”
“Well, it wasn’t exactly a holdup,” she said, “They didn’t take any money although I was held at gunpoint.”
“At least they didn’t hurt you,” Sherry said. “As a matter of fact, you look absolutely wonderful.”
“Who did the mugging?” I asked. “Was it a lone gunman?”
“No. It was the strangest thing. I got held up by two gay guys.”
“How do you know they were gay?”
Diane said, “They took turns holding the gun on me while one did my hair and then the other did my makeup.”
