I get bored a lot, so I like to do sociological experiments just to see how people react. Some folks call these "pranks", but I am an intellectual...so these are experiments. Also, you can't apply for grant money when you call them "pranks", and I like to keep my options open. For this particular prank...er, I mean experiment...I had decided to target two people who I had never seen laugh in my entire life. The goal was fairly good-natured: I was going to use funny t-shirts to bring some joy to the joyless.
My Nanna was the sourest person I have ever met. I think that during the Great Depression, she might have had to sell her sense of humor to buy her kids dinner one night, or something. The fact is, that I have never seen this woman even smile. I know she had hard times growing up and it wasn't until dad bought her a condo that she was ever really financially stable. Whatever her problem, funny t-shirts were about to make this woman smile.
I knew right off the bat that something with physical comedy would be my best bet. Old people love seeing people fall down, get smacked, or hit with pies. I have no clue why, except that during the Depression the only thing to laugh at were when people would get stabbed outside your door for food. However, when I showed up to my gran's house with the best of my funny t-shirts, I could swear that she might have maybe smiled. No outright laughter, but perhaps the ghost of a smile. For someone as old as she is, that counts as outright laughter.
I was feeling good after I made my granny dearest kinda-sorta smile. I needed to keep up my momentum, make another selection from my pile of funny t-shirts, and find a new subject for my experiment. I chose very carefully from between this insane military dude I've known for awhile and an insane preacher who has wanted to burn me at a stake for many years. Choosing a bullet over the slow death of being burnt alive, I went for the lunatic with guns.
I knew this guy because he was the father of my ex-girlfriend, so he already hated me. I knew this was going to be a huge challenge, especially since part of my experiment demanded that I simply knock on the door and say, "Look at my t-shirt." I had bought a few funny t-shirts just for this occasion, because I was having trouble making up my mind. I picked out a shirt that had a picture of a donkey that says, "Who Farted?" Comedy gold, my friends.
When I knocked on this guy's door, he answered just about as sourly as I expected. No cordial greeting for me, or anyone else for that matter. I realized that I had made a huge mistake and my playful nature was about to be my downfall. I froze for a moment while I stared at me, getting madder by the moment. I couldn't think clearly, so I just took my shirt off, threw it in his hands, and said "SORRY!" as I ran back to my bike. I was a little disbelieving as I rode away, but I swear I heard that man laughing. Was it funny t-shirts that made him laugh, or me riding away with no shirt on? Whatever it was...mission accomplished.
My Nanna was the sourest person I have ever met. I think that during the Great Depression, she might have had to sell her sense of humor to buy her kids dinner one night, or something. The fact is, that I have never seen this woman even smile. I know she had hard times growing up and it wasn't until dad bought her a condo that she was ever really financially stable. Whatever her problem, funny t-shirts were about to make this woman smile.
I knew right off the bat that something with physical comedy would be my best bet. Old people love seeing people fall down, get smacked, or hit with pies. I have no clue why, except that during the Depression the only thing to laugh at were when people would get stabbed outside your door for food. However, when I showed up to my gran's house with the best of my funny t-shirts, I could swear that she might have maybe smiled. No outright laughter, but perhaps the ghost of a smile. For someone as old as she is, that counts as outright laughter.
I was feeling good after I made my granny dearest kinda-sorta smile. I needed to keep up my momentum, make another selection from my pile of funny t-shirts, and find a new subject for my experiment. I chose very carefully from between this insane military dude I've known for awhile and an insane preacher who has wanted to burn me at a stake for many years. Choosing a bullet over the slow death of being burnt alive, I went for the lunatic with guns.
I knew this guy because he was the father of my ex-girlfriend, so he already hated me. I knew this was going to be a huge challenge, especially since part of my experiment demanded that I simply knock on the door and say, "Look at my t-shirt." I had bought a few funny t-shirts just for this occasion, because I was having trouble making up my mind. I picked out a shirt that had a picture of a donkey that says, "Who Farted?" Comedy gold, my friends.
When I knocked on this guy's door, he answered just about as sourly as I expected. No cordial greeting for me, or anyone else for that matter. I realized that I had made a huge mistake and my playful nature was about to be my downfall. I froze for a moment while I stared at me, getting madder by the moment. I couldn't think clearly, so I just took my shirt off, threw it in his hands, and said "SORRY!" as I ran back to my bike. I was a little disbelieving as I rode away, but I swear I heard that man laughing. Was it funny t-shirts that made him laugh, or me riding away with no shirt on? Whatever it was...mission accomplished.
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