My friend was part of the cast in a Hedwig and the Angry Inch show in Hartford last year. She gave me her Hartford Public Library card she used while there. It makes me look smart when people see it in my wallet. I'm really not sure why i felt the need to share that, but I did.
my parents never did that, but my mom used to pretend she was dead until i'd go into a hysterical crying fit of grief and shake her with every ounce of energy i had. then she'd come back to life and demand, "tell me you love me. you love yr mommie, don't you?"
That's great.