…but let me boast.
We went to the Bellevue Botanical Garden Light Display last night and, as we were leaving, somebody pointed to a tall skinny pile of rocks about four feet high, apparently balanced on one another but really, of course, held in place by being speared on an iron rod. “What do you call that?” somebody asked.
“A schist kabob!” I replied, because I am an incredible comic genius whom nobody appreciates. I repeated my answer several times, to drive home the point about how brilliant that pun really was.
Nobody appreciates me.
“Schist kabob”. Ah me. I slay me.