Becca just calls me while she’s walking, telling me about some Jewish guy who was flirting with her on the bus hardcore.

He is a musician, and when I went to repeat this mockingly, after mocking that living in Independence Missouri is not something most people tell people proudly at all, my mouth said ‘jewish magician.

Which brain stopped immediately to tell me that was the wrong word, but also to make the joke 'how does being Jewish effect that anyway? What, watch me pull a rabbi out of my hat… ’?

Which is hilarious, good job tired brain. You didn’t delay at all.