Tropical Moon5 Oct 2003 / Paul Epps
We have a young man in our neighborhood — he looks to be junior high school age — who likes to moon passing cars from a high wall in his backyard.
We’ve seen him twice now, my son and I, and I can tell you that to a 10-year-old boy, there is nothing in the world funnier than mooning.
“I wonder if he’s got an older sister who could come out and join him,” I said.
“That’s not ladylike.”
“Quiet, I’m trying to send an ESP message to the sister with my brain.”
“It’s not working.”
“I guess I should mention to you that mooning people is not appropriate behavior.”
“But it’s funny. Didn’t you ever do it?”
“I have to admit that I mooned some people from a hotel room in Hawaii one time. There was a road going past the hotel and when cars came around the curve, they’d be looking right at my window. Although now that I think about it, it probably would have been funnier if I’d taken a magic marker and written ALOHA across my hindquarters.”
I hope someone will do this. It seems like too good an idea to waste.