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Dance class, yesterday. We do an exercise with lots of up-and-down arm movements.
Teacher: Your arms should be feeling tired. I know mine are.
Me: Heh. “I just flew in from Vegas, and boy are my arms tired.”
Woman next to me: Oh, you were in Vegas? How was it?
Me: No, it’s – it’s a joke. You know, like old stand-up comics : “Hey folks – I just flew in from Vegas – boy, are my arms tired?”
Woman: …….
It’s a good thing I didn’t reference the “Take my wife – please!” bit, or she’d probably have expressed sympathy that my same-sex civil union was going through a rough patch.
Teacher: Your arms should be feeling tired. I know mine are.
Me: Heh. “I just flew in from Vegas, and boy are my arms tired.”
Woman next to me: Oh, you were in Vegas? How was it?
Me: No, it’s – it’s a joke. You know, like old stand-up comics : “Hey folks – I just flew in from Vegas – boy, are my arms tired?”
Woman: …….
It’s a good thing I didn’t reference the “Take my wife – please!” bit, or she’d probably have expressed sympathy that my same-sex civil union was going through a rough patch.
