An Actor's Humor
I’ve begun to go a bit crazy over the past couple of months. I haven’t really been able to hang out with most of my friends, and in turn have begun to grow apart. I’m sorry for that everyone. I guess the job hunting has taken up most of my attention and kept me from spreading it out amongst those who do matter most.
Also, all this solitude has caused me to take up an interesting sense of humor. The kind that has you asking “What the fuck?!?!” ... Here’s how.
I was downstairs in my room taking a shower, and after drying off I happened to hear the door bell ring. I had been expecting a couple of packages for things I had won off of E-Bay, and here the postman just rings the door bell and leaves the package on the door step. So upon hearing the bell ring I thought my packages had finally arrived. I grabbed my bathrobe, put it on, and walked up the stairs to the front door. Now in my house when you come up stairs, to the first floor, the front door is almost right in front of you. So I could see that it wasn’t the postman who had rung the door bell, but in fact Jehovah’s Witnesses. They were wearing the traditional white shirt, black slacks, and had the nice little pamphlets held firmly in their hands. They could see me through the door’s windows as they began to smile and wave. Honestly, I wasn’t sure what the hell to do with these people as I stood there in just my bathrobe; watching them smile and wave. However, this is where an idea came to mind, and my “interesting sense of humor” came into play.
I took on a smile as I looked back at them, walked to the door, and unlocked it. After I opened the door, the older of the two men immediately began his talk and preaching. I simply stood there and smiled, letting him get a paragraph or two into his spill before finally interrupting. Now most of you know I can twist my voice into several accent’s and tones for my acting. Well here I decided to twist it around into the most flamboyant tone I could manage. I sounded like someone who had previously been a woman in life, or a man who just desperately wanted to be. I held my hands in effeminate positions and let them fly around as I talked. I moved so much one hand eventually had to try and hold the robe. That alone made the two of them feel uncomfortable, but what really got to them was what I said.
“Sweetie, I would love to talk to you, and get to know you. Hell we could probably even have some tea while we talk *giggle*. Though for right now I’m gonna have to ask you to sit out here for a wee bit, because right now I’m with a customer *wink*.
”
I never knew people could become pale white so fast…
Also, all this solitude has caused me to take up an interesting sense of humor. The kind that has you asking “What the fuck?!?!” ... Here’s how.
I was downstairs in my room taking a shower, and after drying off I happened to hear the door bell ring. I had been expecting a couple of packages for things I had won off of E-Bay, and here the postman just rings the door bell and leaves the package on the door step. So upon hearing the bell ring I thought my packages had finally arrived. I grabbed my bathrobe, put it on, and walked up the stairs to the front door. Now in my house when you come up stairs, to the first floor, the front door is almost right in front of you. So I could see that it wasn’t the postman who had rung the door bell, but in fact Jehovah’s Witnesses. They were wearing the traditional white shirt, black slacks, and had the nice little pamphlets held firmly in their hands. They could see me through the door’s windows as they began to smile and wave. Honestly, I wasn’t sure what the hell to do with these people as I stood there in just my bathrobe; watching them smile and wave. However, this is where an idea came to mind, and my “interesting sense of humor” came into play.
I took on a smile as I looked back at them, walked to the door, and unlocked it. After I opened the door, the older of the two men immediately began his talk and preaching. I simply stood there and smiled, letting him get a paragraph or two into his spill before finally interrupting. Now most of you know I can twist my voice into several accent’s and tones for my acting. Well here I decided to twist it around into the most flamboyant tone I could manage. I sounded like someone who had previously been a woman in life, or a man who just desperately wanted to be. I held my hands in effeminate positions and let them fly around as I talked. I moved so much one hand eventually had to try and hold the robe. That alone made the two of them feel uncomfortable, but what really got to them was what I said.
“Sweetie, I would love to talk to you, and get to know you. Hell we could probably even have some tea while we talk *giggle*. Though for right now I’m gonna have to ask you to sit out here for a wee bit, because right now I’m with a customer *wink*.
”
I never knew people could become pale white so fast…