“Sometimes when I get nervous, I stick my fingers under my arms and smell them, like that—but that’s bad!” Which was based on something that really happened. Ann Ranft and I were in West Palm Beach, on vacation, by the pool at a Holiday Inn. I noticed that my armpits smelled and we had this real teen puberty moment together where we said to each other, “Can I smell yours? I want to. And you can smell mine.”
