While waiting to see Chris Gethard perform comedy at a restaurant, I write a note in my phone reminding myself to “write the foremost book on comedy.” After his set, I go home and tweet “saw @ChrisGethard perform.” with no additional information. I get called out by the venue for writing such a boring tweet. I tweet back, “Fair enough. I’ll come down and eat at your place for supper as penance.” When I get there I order the $18 roast beef. Several girls at the next table are yakking about playing poker for cell phone cases. They also discuss how creeps will hold their phone hostage if they lay it down somewhere, thinking they’re being cute, essentially demanding a date.
[Editor’s note: “Yakking” was initially intended to be “talking”. However, sometimes autocorrect finds the better word, you know?]