I’ve been hunting for jokes all week just to see if I can get you to crack.” “Jokes, huh? You found any good ones?” “Several,” she says. “But not the right one.” “The right one? How are you going to know it’s the right one?” It’s a shame we’re standing in the dark because I’m smiling right now. Somehow, the darkness is making it easier. Giving us permission to do and say things we otherwise wouldn’t.
