My New Law Firm: Nasty, Brutish and Short/Et Tutu Brute?

I was working at a British
style pub back in the Spring
of 85. The employees
of the Beer Store went on strike.
Slowly but surely, the pub depleted
their supply of draught.
Things were tense.
One particularly stressful night
a waiter told me I was working
too slowly. Then she told me to
f off.
The next day she apologized
and we became friends.
Amazing how a bit of profanity
can bring people together.