by M. Courteau
I recently went on a date. Apparently I was funny because she told me I should be a stand up comedian. I went deadpan. Something about the comment. I stood up, fished out my half of the dinner, walked out, lit a cigarette and strolled home alone on a pleasant fall evening. A few days later she called to apologize, for what, she did not know.
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