My husband descends from a long line of do-it-yourself-ers. He was born with the question, “Why pay someone to do it if I can do it myself?” on his lips. Except, he doesn’t do it all by himself. He likes to have an audience.
His show is a Greek comedic-tragedy in which he announces, “I don’t like this wire,” cuts it and later falls into fits of remorse and regret over his action. It’s an interactive performance requiring audience participation. He drops a screw from his position at the top of a ladder and his spectators pick it up. Again. And again. And again.