This note is taken from my real life.
I was coming back from a Harold show at the UCB Theatre here in Los Angeles. The passive aggressive misogynist author who can’t spell (definAtely) left this “missed connection” for me.
This was a really good laugh to end my night out at the comedy theater. At the beginning of every improvisational comedy show, whether it’s held in a black box theater or high school auditorium or basement of a shitty club in some shitty college town, they ask for a one word suggestion. This particular night I (brilliantly) suggested “fellatio” – which made the audience and performers audibly groan. Clearly, I was the only person there with a sense of humor.
The mere idea of someone being so infuriated at my parking abilities (lack thereof) that they rummaged for a piece of printed and dated scrap paper from the back of their Prius to scribble this note and slap it on my windshield made them a winner.