I was in a cab in Birmingham, and as usual when someone finds out that I’m a comedian they start to tell me the worst jokes that I ever heard in my life, but this time the jokes were told in an African accent. The driver goes on to say, “So I was at the Los Angeles International Airport at a vending machine, and my friend says, ‘What kind of soda pop do you want?’ And he continues, “I want Ginger.” And a nearby woman says, “Did you call me?” And the driver begins to laugh hysterically. I couldn’t even understand the rest. I actually think that was the punchline. Her name was Ginger. Get it? Laughter combined with an african accent spells incomprehensible. The weather was too bad to walk.