I Scream for October – Day 12

I blame the improv classes I took. They taught me, over and over again, that the foundation of good improv is ‘Yes, and…’ and even though that seemed a little simplistic, I repeated it until the words rang in my head all day. The problem wasn’t the application to improv, it was real life. I was out with my new girlfriend shopping. It was near Hallowe’en. We were looking at a display of hats. Some were seasonal, some were more general. She turned to me and asked, ‘Which hat?’ and before I could think of anything else, I blurted out, ‘Yes, and…!’ She smiled. Then she asked, ‘Which socks?’ ‘which broom?’ and ‘which cauldron?’ Then she made me pay for everything. It was like I was under some kind of a spell. Maybe I should have known. She did take me out to shop for hats and socks and brooms and cauldrons and eye of newt and a new toad familiar. But just in case, I’m going to blame it on the improv classes.