"You got that completely wrong," Katie says after I read her a first draft of my four each day. "He was sitting on the bench playing guitar, completely chill, like, snuck-into-a-Jimmy-Buffet-concert chill, and you made the joke about the dog, and he laughed, and then he went back to being super-chill, and we said have a nice day and he was chilling and playing guitar, but as soon as his friend with the camera walked up he struck a pose."
"Oh my God, I didn't see that," I say.
"So it doesn't matter what he said," Katie finishes, turning back to her phone.
One year ago: S(pit)
Two years ago: Not Exactly Overshare
Four years ago: That Should Postpone Judgement Day
Eight years ago: gayest post yet
Nine years ago: