Today’s comic is brought to you by real life. It’s pretty much entirely autobiographical, this one. I hate these things. Whether it’s a sympathy card, a get well card, a birthday card, a farewell card, or any other form of thing I have to sign I loathe the process of trying to think of something to write other than just my name.
Just signing my name says about me, “Somebody stuck this in front of my face so I put the Hancock on there ’cause, you know, whatever.” I’ve been known to make the person handing the card to me wait a few minutes while I thought of something clever, witty, funny, heartfelt, mushy, what have you. The entire production makes me feel very on the spot, and if it’s one thing I cannot do it’s perform under pressure. This said, last week I almost wrote “oops” on a sympathy card. For real.