Housty's New Job

Housty was gone when I woke up this morning. Same thing happened yesterday and every morning last week. She claims she’s got a job singing in the saloon. Well, I’ve seen plenty of saloons in my time and I’ve spent more hours in them than the average town drunk. Hell, in some places I was the town drunk. I’ve seen midgets and mime acts, magicians and minstrels, jugglers and jesters and hoofers by the score, but I don’t recall a single one of them appearing before noon.
   
Singing, she said. At eight o’clock in the morning? Hmm, something ain’t right. I just hope she ain’t working at The Parlor.