You would think, knowing me, that I--as with your alert readers--would have seen where that was going. But no.
For me, it was the threat of hot cheese and tomato sauce on bare skin.
I interviewed naked people for my radio show once. The streaking club just kind of showed up at the door to the station, and I dumped the record I was playing and went on the air with the memorable "Uh, there are naked people here." I wish I had taped it. Hearing streakers on the radio is almost as funny as seeing them in person.
And yet, sometimes people have virtually no reaction at all to naked people. My old band used to have a song called "Naked." So, one time, at band camp . . . I mean, a gig, I appropriately *got* naked during the drum solo. I'm standing there playing my strategically lowered bass, jamming along, and there's a girl standing in line for the bathroom on my side of the stage. I smile politely at her, and she just gives me this look of utter boredom.
Maybe she didn't like our music.
(in my best "Beavis and Butthead")
"ahhhh ... huh..."
"...he said naked clowns ...."
To resist was futile ....