Recently, I went to a Seattle bar hosting festivities in honor of the Scottish poet Robert Burns.
As my friend and I ate our haggis and enjoyed the bagpipes, someone volunteered himself as company. A man in his sixties slid into our booth and beamed his red cheeks and full white beard straight at me. He was dressed in full Scottish regalia. “I’m wondering if you’d be willing to help me out with a poetry reading?”
Maybe, I said. I mean, if it’s for poetry—what do you need me to do?
Then he offered me a mouse mask.
This circa-1930s rubber contraption with big Mickey-Mouse ears and a black-bulb nose.
And yes, I’m a shy introvert. And a mouse mask does seem about the best way to point that out to the whole bar. Kind of…
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