A condescending acquaintance questioned an amateur musician.

“How’d your backyard concert go?”

“Great. The crowd spilled out into the alley.”

“I’ll bet you didn’t receive any material compensation.”

“Actually, I was given a portion of the gate.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, I got a couple of boards and one of the hinges.”

John H. Dromey has micro-fiction, flash fiction, and short stories published in about 220 venues.