Yesterday I made the case that the "humble brag" is not a new phenomenon, but merely a snarky word for a time-honored storytelling tradition.
And it reminded me of the old joke about the businessman who goes to confession and tells the priest about how one day last week he went to lunch with two female colleagues (I think they were secretaries in the original version).
"Father, we had some drinks and then some more drinks—and we wound up getting a hotel room and going to bed, all three of us!"
"My son," the priest asked after a pause. "Are you Catholic?"
"No, Father, I'm not."
"Then why are you telling me this story?"
"Father, I'm telling everybody!"