There is a local sports bar on my side of town called “Banana’s”. (Why do all the names of bars end in “s”?) The problem with Banana’s is that is it tucked away on the back side of a strip mall. In order to promote the place, they have a guy in a banana suit stand by the main road and dance around all afternoon. The suit is slightly obscene as the lower half of the banana sticks out between the guy’s legs but he looks just like a giant banana. I’m the guy that always beeps and waves at these people. I imagine it’s a crappy job, why not cheer them up?
One day after picking Becca up from school and driving past banana-guy I came up with an idea…
Gorilla suits!
If we dressed in gorilla suits and came up behind him… We could stand at the edge of the parking lot thirty feet away, and grunt and hoot like angry silverbacks. When he turned around and saw us we’d break into a full on sprint toward him! If we caught him we’d go all “2001″ on him pretending to beat the crap out of him. If he ran, even better!
Becca did not think this was such a great idea.
She did however, almost go for one of my other ideas. During the Christmas shopping season we made the mistake of walking into the Mall! After dealing with the worst of the worst, we were walking out and saw the mannequin family from TV in the front display area of the “Old Navy” shop. I told her I’d give her $50 cash if on the count of three we both dropped our bags, broke into a sprint and gang-tackled the mannequins. And then we’d (try to) walk back out of the store and leave the mall. She almost went with this one. I think it was the “Christmas Spirit” she felt from all the mall denizens…
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