So the circus was cool.

You went to the circus?

Yeah, last night, I thought I mentioned.

Uhm, no. Also, what circus is even in town?

Oh, well it wasn’t like Ringling Brothers or the Big Apple or anything.

Cirque?

Nope!

All right, what circus am I missing?

It was an in art space out in Brooklyn.

You went to an art-house circus. In Brooklyn.

Yeah, ended up pretty cool.

What kind of acts did they have?

Well they couldn’t really have animals, no lions or anything.

Uh-huh. Those spaces aren’t exactly huge.

And it was on the third floor.

Up, Jumbo! Up! Yeah I can see the problem.

So they had a trapeze guy…

Wait, what?

You know, guy swings on…

I know what a trapeze is, but those ceilings are kind of low, aren’t they?

Fourteen or fifteen feet, sure.

So how do you rig a trapeze in that space?

Well, he swung really close to the floor.

I bet! Takes all of the risk out of it, too, doesn’t it? He falls and maybe, at most, skins his knee.

Well I don’t watch circus acts for possible bodily harm

Oh at some level you do. We all do. It’s like car races.

I don’t watch those either.

Neither do I! But you know that if you watch one, there is a part of you hoping for a big crash!

Maybe some people.

All of them! And when you don’t get it you might be a bit disappointed but also relieved, like you escaped something. Makes everything more thrilling.

Car races aren’t thrilling.

Missing my point. I’m just saying the trapeze act couldn’t have been half as much fun as a normal one, due to the lack of any danger present.

I guess.

So what else did they have?

Tightrope walking.

I give up.