There have been, in my life, several women who thought I was the funniest thing they’d ever heard.
Above all the others, there was Nora. We worked together for four years and, because of our shared history of kidding around, I could make her break up across a crowded conference room just by lifting an eyebrow at the right moment in a boring business meeting. I saw her the other day on a train platform two tracks away from mine and—unless it was my outfit—I did it again. Like riding a bicycle, once you know where someone’s funny bone is, you never forget it.
