In a questionable shopping center a few miles away from IHOP, there’s this shop. I’m not exactly sure what it is; there’s no obvious storefront sign on the awning to identify it. The only thing I see, every time I pass it, are the big neon letters in the window:
I would love to know how they intend to pull that off. I mean, that’s a pretty terrific service. “What can we do for you today, ma’am?” “Yes, I’d like to have all my future tragedies prevented, please.”
Where were these guys when they sank the Titanic? We sure could have used a service like that back then. Wait, revise that… Where were these guys when they made the movie, Titanic? Now THAT was a travesty.
But then I got to thinking; maybe this is more of a theatrical thing. “Tragedy prevention.” I can imagine a group of uniformed people sitting at their computers when the emergency call comes in: “Red alert! Red alert! Local high school is attempting to stage a production of Macbeth. All units out!” Always alert, the emergency team jump into their tragedy-prevention-mobile (TP-mobile) and speed off. Actors are held at bay in their dressing rooms while a couple of TP officials go on stage, and one juggles while the other one pies him/her in the face, to make sure things don’t get too somber. Once the audience is laughing and negotiations have managed to cancel the play, the team leaves as quickly as they came, back to home base with the pleasure of knowing that another tragedy has sucessfully been prevented.
“Next time, kids, you’d better perform Twelfth Night.”