The Rodeo

I have been asked by Kim and Jason to take part in their Adultitis Escape Plan, a 40-day plan to become more childlike (not childish)
and to reduce stress and prevent dullness, depression and [insert
another word beginning with 'd' here]. Of course I’m gonna do it.

Dreary-ness, that begins with ‘D’.

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The twenty-fifth task: Talk in a phony voice or accent to a complete stranger.

I actually completed this task without trying to. I answered the doorbell at work, and a courier was there with a package for Ed (the tech guy). “G’day”, I said. But it didn’t come out right at all. Sounded almost like… Irish.

I figured I’d better keep it up for the remainder of the conversation otherwise I might sound wierd, what, with the switching accents and all.

He didn’t seem very interested in a chat, just wanted me to sign his little computer-thing.

He didn’t even care that I, Paddy O’Shamus, was obviously a member of the IRA, and all I ate was potatoes. The clover in my hair didn’t phase him, nor did my green top hat and suit (overflowing with gold coins). I offered him a taste of the magical land of leprechauns, rainbows and Guinness, and he couldn’t care less.

Poor guy.

RodeoClown: didn’t sing about rovin’.

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