Mime class was fun … until Jonathan.
Wearing Marcel Marceau-inspired shirts and berets, the students practiced downtown, their silent antics entertaining passersby. Selfies with the white-makeup performers helped fill tip jars.
Then Jonathan strutted up and elbowed a small girl, running off with her money.
But these weren’t mimes to mess with.
They chased Jonathan down, pummeling him silently with their berets until he began whimpering.
In court he apologized profusely, convincing the magistrate to let him plead guilty to a lesser charge.
Jonathan then turned toward the mimes, awaiting an apology from them.
They had nothing to say.
Wearing Marcel Marceau-inspired shirts and berets, the students practiced downtown, their silent antics entertaining passersby. Selfies with the white-makeup performers helped fill tip jars.
Then Jonathan strutted up and elbowed a small girl, running off with her money.
But these weren’t mimes to mess with.
They chased Jonathan down, pummeling him silently with their berets until he began whimpering.
In court he apologized profusely, convincing the magistrate to let him plead guilty to a lesser charge.
Jonathan then turned toward the mimes, awaiting an apology from them.
They had nothing to say.
