a conversation

We're leaving a screening.

Will: Well, that was god-awful.

Me: Yeah, but Keith Carradine held the door for me. I flashed him my patented Keith Carradine smile.

Will: I wish I was Keith Carradine, so I could see what your Keith Carradine smile looks like.

Me: Actually, it's the same smile I give anyone who holds a door for me. But don't tell Keith.