My armpits, clogged toilets, and Theseus and the Minotaur
"Do you ever get stage fright?" That's what the girl with the blonde hair and the pink glasses asked me during a Q&A session after I finished performing the Perception vs. Reality show at her her elementary school. I thought about the question for a second and then said: "Not really." That wasn't good enough for her, so she probed me further. "What do you mean by that?" Well, what I meant was "no, I don't get stage fright because there's no reason for me to get it. I've performed these shows hundreds of times, I've got them polished and as close to perfect as I can get. I know all the lines, all the beats, all the jokes, all the teaching points. I can do these shows in my sleep. Why would I get stage fright?" Yeah, but that sounds oh so arrogant, doesn't it? Instead, I said this: "Sometimes I'm frightened that I'm not wearing enough deodorant." That got a laugh and the girl seemed satisfied. She ...