Moaning Joe

The day you could no longer buy leaded gasoline was the saddest day for every waiter in America who was dependent upon the “leaded” or “unleaded” joke whenever approaching a table to offer caffeinated or decaf coffee. Now the coffee service was a hollow gesture. A mechanistic gruel. But Broadway beckoned. And “Leaded or unleaded the musical” opened to pour box office. Which, trivially, was a joke in the first act.

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