I’m still sore from dancing to “Shout” at my cousin’s wedding.

Sometimes I just stare a blank Google page and shut my brain off for a couple minutes.

The stalls in my office have no wifi or cell service.

Everyone who thinks they’re a Jim is actually an Andy.

Having a date at 8 p.m. and already worrying you’ll get home past your bedtime.

Stuttering when my doctor asks me how many alcoholic beverages I consume per week.