Well, there’s never a lack of drama in this neighborhood. Sit on down, and let me tell you a new tale: the story of the ghost who lives across the street. Read More
“Hey there, neighbor,” LaRhonda said as she walked into my front yard, dressed in her usual shorts and bikini top.
“Oh! Hi,” I replied, rising from where I had been plucking weeds from the mulch. “How are you?”
“Well, I just found out my divorce is final,” she replied. Read More
[Me, innocently walking through a gas station somewhere in Kentucky]
Guy, about my age, looks at me as I exit the bathroom and head toward my car. I say hello and keep walking past.
Guy: “How’re you doing today?”
Me: “Fine, thanks.” Still walking.
Guy: “Hey! Hey! Oh, wait!”
I turn to face him. “What?”
Guy: “Your shoes are untied!”
I look down at my shoes – slip-on sandals with no laces.
Guy breaks into hysterical laughter.
I spent a few days earlier this week in Chicago for a trade show. On Sunday night, my teammate, Britney, and I ventured to a nearby Tiki bar for a cocktail after dinner. We entered the restaurant and descended the stairs to find the bar bustling with people. Lucky for us, a man arose from his bar stool just as we approached, and Britney gestured for me to take the seat. Read More
Just workshopping a few titles for my hypothetical autobiography.