Fictionalized Interactions with the Son I’m Never Going to Have
“Hey dad, did you really spend half of your life doing improv comedy?”
I knew those Baby Einstein videos were a bad idea.
“Yes, son, I did.”
“So, like Whose Line is it Anyway?”
“No…it was a long form structure known as the Harold. It began with an opening, then three scenes, then a group…you know what, just forget it. And how do you know about Whose Line is it Anyway?”
“My teacher cites its popularity as definitive proof that 90% of Americans in 1999 were functionally retarded. (Pause) Mom’s in the bedroom crying.”
“I know, son. I know.”
