When I was in my teens, my parents took us to the circus. I don’t know what it was about the circus, but I was freaked out about it. I mean profoundly upset. Later in life, my ex brother in law called one day and had tickets for the circus. I got so upset on the phone that I had to call back and apologize. Marie and I took The Ingrate with us and once the freak out subsided, we all had a nice time. I’ve watched the circus acts at Circus Circus and have had no problems. So again, it beats the hell out of me what the problem is about the fucking circus.