So last night my friend Brian and I went to the This American Life live (okay, mildly tape-delayed on the west coast) event. But first…Acapulco’s. (Cuz we’re classy like that.)
And because we were on our third margarita are charming in social situations, we started talking to the girl sitting next to us. Turns out she was seeing the movie, too.
(By the way, there’s a decent chance we scared the bartender.)
“Did you hear the one about the kids stranded at the airport?”
“I did. I did hear that.”
“Did you hear the one where that family lived in a treehouse?”
“Yeah.”
“Did you hear the one about the babies who were switched at birth?”
“Yeah.”
“Did you hear the one about Bobby Dunbar?”
“I did not like the end of it.”
“OMG did you hear the Mike Daisey ones?”
“OMG yes!”
“Yes!”
“Did you hear the one with all the Santas?”
“I did.”
“Did you hear the one about the guy trapped in the well?” “The rest stop?” “The dude obsessed with Dark Shadows?” “The Erie Canal?” “The superpowers?” “The house on Loon Lake?” “Poultry Slam 2003?” “2004?” “2007?”
“I did not like the end of it.”
P.S. The show was fantastic – love love love.
P.P.S. Watch this.


