I called my friend Aron today. Hi, Aron. And he reminded me of a joke I wrote – just the punch line, so I had to reassemble it. Then I realized it’s the kind of joke I don’t like to tell because I don’t know what character to adapt. It’s the kind of thing I’d think people submit to Overheard in New York without actually overhearing it.
Guy1: Dude, you know those “phantom limbs” vets have, where the missing leg will still itch them or something?
Guy1: Well I know just how they feel. I got my hair cut yesterday, and today I used way too much shampoo.
Overheard on the R train, in my head.