The waitress pronounced that I had the best personality of anyone who’d ever been a customer. And this was a major restaurant in the heart of Washington DC.
I must be a comedian, she said. An ordinary person couldn’t possibly be so funny.
I told her my sisters had been saying how funny I was all day. They’d used words like “snappish,” “mean,” “critical.” I’m not sure whether they said, “nasty.”
As I informed the enthusing server that my sisters likewise found me funny, my sisters laughed.