I think we’ve all had a moment like this at some point in our lives… Like right now writing this. That’s why at all times I have a meandering anecdote on hand, ready to be stumbled through and paused unduly on trying to remember mundane details like whether it was on a Monday or a Tuesday. Wait, no it was a Tuesday because I had lunch with Carl that day. Hang on it was dinner wasn’t it? It must have been dinner because I remember being upset that the lunch menu wasn’t available.
Has everyone stopped reading yet? Good.
Say something, friend.
Say something funny.