"Whaaaaat," Allie answered the phone, as if I'd called her 17 times already. We hadn't spoken in days.
I was undaunted. I knew I had gold. "You know that trip to San Diego I planned around the Steelers game there? The one I already bought a plane ticket and a Priceline hotel for?"
"Yeah."
"Turns out I screwed up. The game is in Pittsburgh."
She was, at best, mildly amused. "Anyway," I continued weakly, "I know how much you enjoy John's-a-moron stories, so I thought I'd share."
She rated this story good, not great. "What would have been really funny is if you'd shown up at the stadium in San Diego with your $300 ticket and no one had been there."
Man. You gotta kill yourself to get a laugh out of this chick.