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?”