I went to sit next to an actor who I thought was my friend. He told me that my seat was already taken. Then someone got up and did an impromptu dance about a piece of string.

I walked down to the beach, snuck to my car, and drove home.

Art Scribbler lives in Portland, Oregon. He works in a grocery store. When he’s not working, he likes to write, read, listen to jazz, and watch old movies on TV. He also likes drinking coffee and scribbling posts on his blog called The Morning Scribble.