Me, in 20 years when I've finally and quietly made it as a ghostwriter, after a long sip of my tinto de verano: "And you were saying?"
The famous megachurch pastor across from me, dictating to me embryonic material of his next NYT bestseller: "So, I was stopped at a red light, and I saw a woman in a low-cut dress, and she *smiled* at me, and I knew that it was *temptation* from the LORD, and the Lord says to flee temptation, so I RAN THAT REDLIGHT!"
Me: [*furiously takes notes*]
i would do that























