I had just finished improv class and mentioned to my teacher that I had spoken with the principal earlier that day about turning in my registration form for a future class. I asked my teacher where I should put my form, and he said, "I'm not sure... I actually don't deal with that stuff that much -- Let's go find the manager on duty." So we walked to the office together. Little did I know that Norm MacDonald had just finished a show on the main stage.
[Outside the office]
Improv Teacher: [mischievous smile] Just wait behind Norm MacDonald to talk to her.
Bri: [GASP]
[POOF -- Improv Teacher disappears; Bri waits awkwardly, knowing full well it looks like she wants an autograph, when really she just wants to turn in her registration form; Finally, Norm exits, Bri smiles]
Norm: Hi, how are you?
Bri: Great, how are you?
Norm: Good -- did you have a good night?
Bri: Sure did, I was in improv class -- there's another room. I wasn't at your show. I'm just trying to turn in my registration form for another class.
Norm: Oh yeah? How long have you been taking improv?
Bri: About a year. [Realizes she's being rude] How was the show tonight?
Norm: It was pretty good. You have a good class?
Bri: Yeah, it was really good. We worked on finding the game.
[Manager finally takes my registration form]
Norm: I don't even know what that means.
Bri: [awkward giggle, tries to decide if she should explain UCB style to effing Norm MacDonald]
Norm's Manager: Have a good night.
Bri: [grateful for the out] You too!
