Entr’acte—A Musical Prank?

 

Unexpected work responsibilities have kept me from completing the series I started, but I hope to finish it soon.  In the meantime, if you have a moment, ponder with me a question that has been plaguing me for years now.

If you play a prank on someone … does it matter whether they ever figure it out?  I think not.  So long as you’re amused yourself, what’s the difference?

In earlier days, I worked as an assistant for a big shot.  He was not the most fun fellow on the planet .  He was inarticulate, so one of my jobs was to write speeches for him.  On one occasion, I slipped something into his text about being “the master of his domain.” He was an American who put on Continental airs, so I guessed he wouldn’t pick up on the reference. I was right.  He delivered the line and remained clueless thereafter.  But for the last two decades, I have been snickering about the ribald Seinfeldism I made come out of his pissy piehole.  The prank was a success, despite his never catching on. Continue reading “Entr’acte—A Musical Prank?”