Ten minutes later, the punchline comes. The family members drop their forks, their faces flushed. Audience is too spooked to double-take. The nausea level is high. The theatre is devoid of its usual post-show chatter.
Showers seem necessary.
Dessert is out of the question. Short walk to the subway. Long, disquieting night ahead. Forward a copy of this yak to the LS.n Editors Forward a copy of this yak to this article's author If you want to get an e-mail if someone responds to your yak, give us your address below. It won't be made public.