In the middle of telling an only slightly Yankees-related story, I started screaming "AUGH, WHAT ARE WE DOING - THE GAME, THE GAME! RED SOX - AAUUUGH" and flapping my arms in what college friends called my "flightless-waterfowl" way. My listeners politely watched in silence, doing nothing to relieve my distress. Took me a while to realize they thought it was part of the story. I hope my discourse is not usually so nonsensical that such interjections could reasonably appear to be an intended part.
"No, I ran. I was too angry to drive."
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