Something Completely Different

Something funny that happened two nights ago at rehearsal: Our person in charge of hair and make-up, Malca, was giving us the basic run-down. She started with, “Now, I’m assuming you’ve all applied theatrical make-up before, and know what you’re doing.”

I couldn’t resist leaning over to Mike (our own Czolgosz, bearded man) and whispering, “What’s make-up?”

Beat. Mike blinks twice, then comes back with, “It’s what you do when you want your girlfriend to like you again. Which, I don’t think you do too often.”

ZING. This was no mere mortal zing. This was a powered-by-stolen-diamonds-laser-through-the-heart zing. And it was magnificent. Mike managed to not only come back with a perfectly timed smartass remark to my sarcastic question, he capped it with an insult. Outstanding stuff.

I tip my hat, man.