Sometimes painful, uncomfortable experiences turn out to be freakin’ hilarious.
Like, for example, when Ken and I went to lunch today.
The next time something similar happens to me, I am not going to quietly try to let the manager know. No, I shall not be subtle. What, do I think I’m somehow protecting the image of a fast food restaurant?
No, I’m going to go all Jim Carrey. I’m going to stand up on the counter and shout and wave my arms: