character is what you do when invisible
In a class on character with pre-tweens at a private school, if you could turn invisible, I asked, what would you do?
❝ Take money from a bank vault. All the gold and cash, I’d clear the place out.
So goldbricks and bags of loot sorta floating out the door?
❝ Well, that or slide ’em across the floor. Haul out my stash and head back for more.
And what’s to stop a security guard from this slo-mo robbery?
❝ Shame. You see floating gold and something’s gonna soil. Won’t be me.
Brief silence as awkward images form in punchline minds.
❝ I would do things for people.
Like a secret superman? Nobody knows who saved the city?
❝ Or maybe the classic kitty in the tree.
But if it’s helpful, why be invisible?
❝ True. What I’d really do is hang out in the girl’s bathroom.
No invisible clothes. You’d be naked in the loo.
❝ Oh. Then it’s good they can’t see me. I might shame myself too.
