With a soft laugh, biting her lip in mild embarrassment, Sally tilts her face to look down the table.  "How 'bout you, Cynthia?  Jim?  Anybody?"  Guessing at how silly she must seem, she sits back in her chair again.  "Well, so much for that ... maybe I'll get one that'll just ask me to sing a song."  She sips her vodka again, feeling a little embarrassed, and lowers her hat over her brown eyes again.  "Movin' on..."