Will Dance For Food
A few seconds pass.
'There's a guy on the phone wanting to know if we'd like to hire him as our resident tap dancer. Apparently he's tap danced in New York, Paris, etc,' repeats Amy.
'What as? A drunk customer?' I ask. Amy shrugs. 'He called last week. I just forgot to tell you.'
'Because it's a weekly occurrence I suppose,' I reply.
I pick up the receiver. 'Hi.'
'So.....you're the tap dancer.'
'Your name is.....?'
'Got it. Hi the tap dancer.'
Hi then proceeds to tell me in his accented English ( Possibly a Thai accent. It seemed to be an accent that has said words like "Tom Yum Koong" many times) that he has been travelling around the world strutting his stuff. Would there be any work available?
I think it'd be wrong not to hire the guy. For a trial at least. 'Look Hi, it's an untapped market ( Oh, I get it. The guy who writes this blog is an idiot). But let me make a solemn promise to you that I will do my utmost to sell this idea to the owner. There will have to be a trial shift and believe me when I say this; I will invite everyone who I've ever met to join us that night.'
I hang up. An image of a Thai tap dancer fills my mind. He's in a pit, dancing to the sounds of a jazz band while the customers throw beer bottles and shout things like; 'It rubs the lotion on it's skin or it gets the hose again!' while Hi, bewildered by the cruelty of the patrons, will keep dancing and imagine he is somewhere far, far away.
Shake it like a Polaroid picture,
(Three Days Before Eviction)