Today is a day to remember tragedy

"I don't do magic tricks," the man in the top hat told me, "I do tragic tricks."

I made a polite noncommittal noise and looked around.

"Would you like to see one?" he asked, leaning in a little too close.

"No, not really," I said, "It sounds kind of depressing."

The tragician looked crestfallen. Really, really wounded, like maybe I'd made him realize what a stupid idea it was, and maybe it just broke his heart. I felt bad just realizing I'd deflated his idiotic balloon, then mad at him for getting his hopes up to think someone would want to see a tragic trick, then guilty for getting mad.

Then he took off his hat proudly and flashed me a smile and some jazz hands.

"TA DA!", he said.

I hate this stupid bus.