It was at the Vaudeville. The girl with the excruciating voice had just finished her song. 'Just think!' groaned Brown, to the stranger beside him. 'We paid real money to hear that!'
'I didn't,' was the placid response. 'Came in on a comp.'
'But you had to spend car fare to get here, did you not?' asked Brown.
'Nope,' replied the uncomplaining one. 'I live in walking distance.'
'But,' persisted Brown desperately, 'at least you hoped to be entertained, not punished.'
'No, I didn't care,' grinned the stranger. 'I came to get away from home. My wife is cleaning house.'
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