The other night while walking down the street I bump into my old friend Sonia.

She introduces me to her friend and tells him, "Josh and I actually met at camp."

"Band camp?" the guys asks, and chuckles to himself.

"Just regular camp," Sonia tells him. "Surprisingly not Jewish camp," she says, and we both eye up each other's noses and dark hair.

"Not that surprising," I say. "Though it might sound bad to say that we met a Jewish camp." Pause. "And if we had to take a train there, and-"

"Oooh," Sonia interjects. "No."

Too much? Too much.