Hey, who are those dweebs up there? That's my improv trio, which was just called "the best improv group Philly has ever produced" by The Onion A.V. Club.!
The long version of this blog post: Once upon a time, I went to a salon for a haircut. The nice hairdresser talked me out of getting bangs because they're a lot of maintenance and, you know, you have nice bone structure, so why hide that pretty face? I'm the kind of person that listens to flattery from gay men. I'm also the kind of person that once went into Subway during their $2 6-inch sandwich deal and pretended to order a sandwich for myself and a fake person instead of just saying "So this mean I can have a $4 footlong, right?". For the record, I ordered essentially duplicate sandwiches, though I switched up the cheese to keep those Subway sandwich artists guessin'! Needless to say, I let the guy do a bang-less cut, and watched with envy as the world around me sideswept their way to happiness and success.
Works on contingency? No! Money down!