I once had this silly idea for a comedy skit in which there
was a town inhabited by a single man who did every job in town. In the early
morning he’s putting together the day’s newspaper, and a single copy rolls off
the press. Perhaps he mutters something about the recent ruinous decline in
sales. He delivers it to his door around 7 a.m. Another hand reaches down from
off camera to deliver a fresh bottle of milk to his step. He steps outside to
retrieve the paper and milk, then sits down to the breakfast table with his morning coffee. He
unrolls the paper to see a headline, “Mayor Embroiled in Sex Scandal with Local
Resident” and spits out his coffee. Yells angrily about the press being “fucking
hyenas.” He steps outside to see “PERVERT” spray-painted across the front of
his house and shakes his head. He pulls out his phone to call “the police” and tells them to “round up
the usual suspects.”
I love this stuff. My best friends, the ones I find the most
fun to hang out with, are good at riffing this kind of stuff. We take an absurd
idea and add to it and it comes to life. Some people have a knack for it, others
I’ve noticed have no patience for it. I’ve heard Christopher Hitchens
refer to this trait as “a sense of the absurd” and identifies it as one of the best traits to find in a friend. I tend to agree.
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