Funerals, wakes, 9/11 Memorials, death anniversaries, and break ups are great joke-opportunities.
Last night Annie and I were both at home for the first time since we broke up. She can't move into her new place until the 1st and there's a chance that she might not get it until the 15th.
"Man that sucks," I said. "I hope the
Chelsea Hotel has a room open."
She gave me a look and went through the kitchen while I put on
The Daily Show. "Why isn't there any food in this house ever?"
"So that's why we're breaking up? Because we ran out of
graham crackers?"
It was as delightful as the time my cousin flew back from the Marines in Okinawa to go to our gramma's funeral. Five feet from my grandmother's corpse he mentioned that he had sore shoulders from the long flight. My brother leaned in and said, "Too bad Wang Chung ain't here to 'massage' you."