All The Times I Have Walked Out In The Middle Of An Interview With Terry Gross

When Terry Gross asked me if I had emptied the dishwasher before leaving the apartment this morning.
Shortly after farting in the recording booth, but before Terry Gross could smelt who dealt it.
The very moment Terry Gross dared to question my credentials as a Gryffindor.
Approximately five hours after being asked to leave by Terry Gross.
Immediately after learning that the short bald man interviewing me wasn’t Terry Gross at all.
12 seconds into a question from Terry Gross about my work as promoter for the Fyre Festival.
On a blind date with Terry Gross in 1973 when I learned that the Mets had lost the World Series.
Not long after flipping over the chair and screaming, “No, Terry Gross, you’re the father!”
Casually, after mentioning to Terry Gross that I once met Mark Ruffalo.
Three days after taking Terry Gross hostage in the recoding booth.
As soon as I realized that Terry Gross was the woman who cut me in the Trader Joe’s checkout line yesterday.
With a ridiculous amount of deference considering how rude Terry Gross is.

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