I slog through another day at the Daily Show. I edit word documents. It’s very tedious work.
Then its evening. I’m in the hotel room of Stuart and Colbert doing some menial tasks. Occasionally, they wisk in and out, busy with the show.
Then, I’m in a large airport mall, very posh. I must be on the fifth floor. I look at a new phone to buy. I pick one out, looking at my own phone to view the opinions. Colbert is in the ads for the phones. He talks of the 4th dimension and I crack up because I get the inside joke: it’s a dig a 3dsi, doing one dimension better.
I swipe my card on my own phone to pay. The authorization screen indicates Claudia Anderson. Something is wrong. I tap on the authorization pad. It takes this as a signature.
I’m dismayed. A new saleslady gets a different model phone, one I really want, and takes my card.
“I work for the Daily Show,” I say.
“Oh, is that so. You know Jon Stewart was just given a commendation by the Pope.”
“Well, I used to work for it… not directly, through an office in Fairfax.”