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I found myself, completely by surprise, in someone else's anecdote the other day. To be fair it was a very comfortable anecdote with a very good bar but the room was being dominated by the conversation the narrator was having with two of his friends and he was doing all the talking for them. To all intents and purposes he was leading the conversation in such a way as to make himself look good with one friend acting like an idiot and the other simply the foil for all his best lines.
I sipped at the beer and munched on a few handfuls of peanuts that had thoughtfully been provided, wondering how I could extricate myself from the whole situation without causing a fuss. I was having a devil of a time trying to figure out how I had arrived here and it seemed like I had perhaps begun a digression in one of my own stories, lost my way somewhat and ended up a bit-player in this anecdote.
What could I do? The only reason you ever get included in an anecdote is because you did something worthy of inclusion, and with a set up like this I was going to have to draw attention to myself in order to become the focus of the anecdote before I could leave. So I climbed up onto the chair and starting scratching at my armpits like a monkey, throwing peanuts like it was monkey poo and saying 'ook' as I danced from one foot to the other.
There was no response from any of the three gentlemen at the bar and I sheepishly climbed down, finished my pint and left, taking the anecdote with me to use on my own website.
Jan. 4.2007