At a baseball game with my daughters I was doing my usual curmudgeonly act: gritching about the heat, the boorish behavior of the people around us, the extortionary cost of food and beverages…my usual GET OFF MY LAWN! litany.
My daughter was listening with perhaps a slight air of, “There she goes again….”
“You’re going to write a book about me someday, aren’t you?” I said.
Without missing a beat, she replied, “No… A comedy routine, maybe.”