At The Killers concert last night, the woman sitting on my left looks at me and says, “Nicole!” I turn to her and she gasps, replying, “Oh, your profile looks so much like my old friend Nicole’s. I was wondering why you didn’t say anything to me.” We exchanged a laugh and that was it. But then I realized that I missed a perfectly good opportunity to mess with someone. I could have said, “Yeah, I know the Nicole you’re talking about and she wants her Destiny’s Child CD back, biatch.”
While in line to buy some concert garb, I overheard a family have this discussion:
Eight-year-old boy: Mom, what kind of music did you listen to when you were younger?
Mom: Oh, we just picked up rocks and banged them together. We didn’t have music.