Story time:
Back in 2012, I went on a (third? maybe fourth?) date with a girl to a jazz bar that had lots of fun games. We had bonded over being competitive, and thought we could play some ping pong or foosball together. She asked to play Scrabble – but it turns out that makes it tough to have a conversation, since it involves alternating periods of intense concentration.
I'm no Scrabble wiz, but I love using the two-letter combos to put words next to each other. So I kept doing that, and I remember my date getting pretty frustrated. Soon we ended up with the board below. At this point, we couldn't find any other possible moves to make ANYWHERE, regardless of the available letters. The game was stuck. And so was the date. Pretty sure we never talked again.
I didn't remember taking a picture but it just popped up in my Google Photos. Sorry for the 2012-Android-in-a-basement-bar photo quality. If you're out there, fellow former NYC single, I hope you're well, I'm curious for your side of the story, and gg.