The bar in the charming Glidden House Hotel, Cleveland, Ohio, seats four. At the bar, if you say how very much you really do prefer Benjamin Moore brand paints, varnishes and stains because of their superior quality, the doughty bartender, Phyllis, will immediately assume the facial expression of a stone statue on Easter Island and it will not change for the remainder of the evening. Phyllis does not countenance jokes, however artful, at the expense of Clan Glidden. Your attempts to get back in her good graces will be for naught. Perhaps I’ll have better luck at the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame, where we land at 10 this morning. Sorry, Phyllis.
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