Percy wondered if the guards at Prague Castle liked their jobs or not. It was probably an occupation that carried a lot of ceremonial importance, he thought, but he could see how having tourists take your picture every minute of every day could get old. Did they feel objectified, or perhaps reduced to a novelty that people from other countries without working castles could never fully appreciate? Did their knees get really stiff? How much effort would it take to get them to break character and smile? Like, let’s say a topless woman wearing bunny ears danced the Roger Rabbit in front of this guy, would that crack his steely exterior? Realizing that he was never going to get an answer to these questions, Percy supposed the only thing to do was to do the same thing as everybody else and get somebody to snap a photo. As he continued with the rest of his castle tour, he hoped that behind the serious facade there was a man who liked to have fun and laugh once in a while.
The Prague-tologist Said To Turn Your Head And Cough15 09 2012