Juice Embarrasses Self in Public Again

A few weeks ago I watched this hearing in court where the attorneys were bickering back and forth like children. The highlight was when one attorney accused the other of throwing a temper tantrum over some discovery issue, to which the alleged tantrum-thrower responded by standing up, stomping his feet, and shouting "I did NOT throw a tantrum!" A week or so later, I was talking to the court reporter and mentioned the case. "How do you stop yourself from cracking up?" I asked her. She responded very seriously, "I use my back teeth to bite down on the very back of my tongue." She opened her mouth to demonstrate.

This trick does not work for me.

I requested David Rakoff's other book, Fraud, from the library. There was a hold on the book, so I got the CD instead and ripped it onto my ipod. Not a good idea for someone (me) who is trying to convince the general public that she is a normal person. The book is hilarious. And here is me, traipsing down the street: smirking, giggling, snickering, chortling, all-out-belly-laughing, tears pinching out of the corner of my eyes. It's bad enough that I talk to myself, but this, THIS, is too much. I must listen to the rest in private. I am glad I picked this up even though I was not so taken by Don't Get Too Comfortable. Or maybe it is just that much greater to hear him read it.