I have been trying to imagine what it might be like if this personal ad gets run in Esquire. I can see myself standing behind the counter and a customer, who happens to be a father of two of my favorite mini-customers, coming in and after selecting cone types, ice cream flavors, and a cup of coffee for himself realizes that he has seen me somewhere else. No, somewhere other than here last summer. I’lll put my finger on this yet, he says and leaves.
Two days later he comes back and says, I found you in Esquire magazine. That was really funny, what they wrote about you.
I wrote it about myself, I’ll clarify, they just edited it.
Well, you are very funny.
Yeah, I’m a comedian.