So there I was sitting at Sloppy Joe's just like most other days. Through the doors walked a most interesting character. A comma. A comma walked into Sloppy Joe's. Not an actual comma. A woman whose very embodiment reminded me of a comma. Commas are the bane of my existence yet I am drawn to her like a moth to a flame. I am a married man but I cannot stop thinking about her. I have tried to rid my life of all commas but it seems that I have one more that I must address.