Sunday, November 12th 2017
A couple days after my Clown Rounds on Friday, I am reflecting upon a random moment and sharing it with my husband (cue harp playing four seconds of flashback transition music):
My partner and I are waiting for the elevator when a hospital worker guy pushing a cart asks me for a song. After my usual sputtering for a moment, I hook into a song and he is loving it. My partner says, “ELEVATOR!” and YOINKS me into the car before the doors shut. In the comedy of the moment I start improvising song lyrics and she says, “SHH!!!” I switch to playing real quiet-like.
It just so happens that I personally LOVE and find it is hilarious for clowns to go “SHH!!” in the elevator, so I may have “SHH!!”d her back, I just don’t remember. Little did I realize however that when I relayed the incident my son Gavin was soaking up every word. The next morning he presents me with this:
Frame 1: Dr. Be Bopper is playing for the guy with the cart.
Frame 2: My partner yoinks me into elevator.
Frame 3: Cart guy is standing there. By. Himself.
Frame 4: My partner says “Shhh!” while Dr. Be Bopper is shrugs like, “What!”
Somehow my son even intuited that the cart guy was in fact standing in the entrance of a hallway. How he had the presence of mind to embellish my narrative with frame #3, I do not know.