Sweety

I heard some interesting words of wisdom today. I was told that women are a lot like Broadway shows, when one leaves another one shows up right behind it...in a few months...if your financing is in order.
Normally I would file that away along with other post break-up pearls like “you’re better off without her”, “there are plenty fish in the sea”, and “now that she dumped you would you mind if I took a shot at her?”(that one was from my uncle), but this gem was different because it came from the chief usher at my theater. I’ll call her Sweety because she’s a sweetheart AND because it’s the pseudonym she approved...and you really don’t want to cross Sweety. She is the queen bee of the Broadway usher family, and it is literally a family. Virtually all the ushers on Broadway are related somehow, siblings, cousins, spouses...sometimes all of the above...KIDDING, I’M JUST KIDDING!. They are all related, but that last bit about “all of the above” was a joke...ha...ha...See, this family also has had very close ties to the Westies, which is THE Hell’s Kitchen gang. Think “Sharks” from “West Side Story” just with less dancing and more killing.
Anyway, this family has been seating people at shows since the first time a cave man danced around a fire. Sweety says she was there making sure no one made any cave paintings of what they saw (apparently Neanderthals had very strict copyright laws).
I really appreciate her concern for me, post Miss Ex. She thinks it’s time for me to move on, and if she’s right about women and Broadway shows I’m half-way home. My finances are already in good order. Every night I pile up all my nickels, dimes and quarters in stacks of ten (if I had a good day at work). Now I just have to sit back and wait a couple months.