At the bar, I asked my friend how he’d been. He said, ‘Nada lada-dada. I’ve been staring at my phone like it’s my ex.’

My dad said, ‘I’ve been on nada lada-dada since your mom left me.’

My crush said, ‘I can’t take this anymore. I’m on nada lada-dada.’ I said, ‘So what? I’m on it too.’