when the audiences are no more
Unleashing fully the jimmy on unsuspecting store clerks
City tours on a bus are fun.
Some hop on, then they hop off.
If you don’t like bad jokes, wait here. There will be another bus in ten minutes.
I’m not for everyone.
And?
With every “when we turn to the left, you’ll see on our right” another joke jumps from my mouth.
Every trip around the circuit is another set. Though the jokes are the same, the approach, location or timing is always changing.
Each run is another chance to make them laugh then cry.
Cemetery story time always brings a few tears.
Every repetition the phrasing gets a bit more tight.
Every signal that we don’t wait at makes the trip shorter. Jokes get tighter, stories more concise.
People shuffle off cruise ships and shuffle onto my bus.
Do you know how much they’re charging us for this excursion? And we had to wait twenty minutes!
Oh how I delight in the complaints.
M’am, two things - one, I’m wearing a name tag. No one who wears a name tag to work has any control at all. I can hear your complaints if you need to eat up all of my time…
