See You Next Tuesday
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mallorys_cameraJump: Sheldon, IA → Spirit Lake, IA – Next to YMCA: 55 miles
LEFT out of the lot where we came in… LEFT back to Sheldon
LEFT at 4-way stop and arrows to HWY 60 NORTH
RIGHT onto HWY 9 EAST and follow detour to Spirit Lake… arrows to lot
Shows at 5pm/7:30pm
Way circuses work is first they find a sponsor, usually some community non-profit organization along the route they have to take to get from one place to another. That sponsor makes 25% of all phone sales, 25% of all kids’ tickets and 10% of the performance gate. If a sponsor has its act together in terms of organizing and publicizing the event, they stand to make some bank, maybe twenty-five hundred, thirty-five hundred bucks which is good for a Lions Club in the middle of the fly-over.
The sponsor in Sheldon, Iowa had its act together and then some. They sold out every single ticket. Standing room only both shows! They even provided parking monitors to guide audience members from their cars to the Big Top since the circus had set up in the middle of a vast cornfield.
In the middle of Chantal’s trapeze act, a woman walked out trailing a three year old by the hand. “I want my money back,” she told Brandon.
Brandon blinked at her. “What’s wrong?”
“This is not an appropriate entertainment for a young child!”
“I’m sorry?”
“If I wanted see you next Tuesday, I’d go to a strip club –“
“Huh?”
“I’d go to a strip club,” the woman repeated. The odd thing about this woman was that she was smoking hot, really quite lovely, better looking by far than Chantal.
“No, I mean this is Wednesday, isn’t it? Why are you talking about Tuesday?”
“See you next Tuesday, see you next Tuesday,” the woman repeated, lowering her well-manicured hand southward in a kind of demure Michael Jackson crotch grab.
“It’s the initials, dude” said Robin with a fourteen year old’s preternatural ability to ferret out sexual innuendo wherever it may hide, and he was exactly right: see you next Tuesday, C. U. N. T.
“I mean I’m as liberal as anybody. I’ve been to Las Vegas!” the woman continued. “But this is just not appropriate entertainment for my three year old daughter and I want our money back.”
“I don’t know what to say,” said Brandon. “The manager will be out here during intermission if you want to ask him.”
After she stalked out, Robin shook his head dolefully. “I’ve sat in every seat in that tent and I’ve never seen anybody’s Tuesday. I’m thinking we should figure out exactly which seat that was and charge extra for it.”
See you next Tuesday! I think I’m in LUV… I mean, it should also work with, “See you next Thursday,” shouldn’t it? But it doesn’t. Is this common parlance? I've never heard it before!
LEFT out of the lot where we came in… LEFT back to Sheldon
LEFT at 4-way stop and arrows to HWY 60 NORTH
RIGHT onto HWY 9 EAST and follow detour to Spirit Lake… arrows to lot
Shows at 5pm/7:30pm
Way circuses work is first they find a sponsor, usually some community non-profit organization along the route they have to take to get from one place to another. That sponsor makes 25% of all phone sales, 25% of all kids’ tickets and 10% of the performance gate. If a sponsor has its act together in terms of organizing and publicizing the event, they stand to make some bank, maybe twenty-five hundred, thirty-five hundred bucks which is good for a Lions Club in the middle of the fly-over.
The sponsor in Sheldon, Iowa had its act together and then some. They sold out every single ticket. Standing room only both shows! They even provided parking monitors to guide audience members from their cars to the Big Top since the circus had set up in the middle of a vast cornfield.
In the middle of Chantal’s trapeze act, a woman walked out trailing a three year old by the hand. “I want my money back,” she told Brandon.
Brandon blinked at her. “What’s wrong?”
“This is not an appropriate entertainment for a young child!”
“I’m sorry?”
“If I wanted see you next Tuesday, I’d go to a strip club –“
“Huh?”
“I’d go to a strip club,” the woman repeated. The odd thing about this woman was that she was smoking hot, really quite lovely, better looking by far than Chantal.
“No, I mean this is Wednesday, isn’t it? Why are you talking about Tuesday?”
“See you next Tuesday, see you next Tuesday,” the woman repeated, lowering her well-manicured hand southward in a kind of demure Michael Jackson crotch grab.
“It’s the initials, dude” said Robin with a fourteen year old’s preternatural ability to ferret out sexual innuendo wherever it may hide, and he was exactly right: see you next Tuesday, C. U. N. T.
“I mean I’m as liberal as anybody. I’ve been to Las Vegas!” the woman continued. “But this is just not appropriate entertainment for my three year old daughter and I want our money back.”
“I don’t know what to say,” said Brandon. “The manager will be out here during intermission if you want to ask him.”
After she stalked out, Robin shook his head dolefully. “I’ve sat in every seat in that tent and I’ve never seen anybody’s Tuesday. I’m thinking we should figure out exactly which seat that was and charge extra for it.”
See you next Tuesday! I think I’m in LUV… I mean, it should also work with, “See you next Thursday,” shouldn’t it? But it doesn’t. Is this common parlance? I've never heard it before!
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