Buskers are some of the perfect ticklees if you’re looking for a last minute tickle session. They’re easy to find, filling every street corner with their Ed Sheeran schtick. They’re usually broke, so bribing them into the stocks with the promise of two months rent is as easy as pie, once they get over the initial shock of your proposal - ‘Tickling? You’re serious?’.
And the best part? Really putting that voice of theirs to the test as you make him sing like he’s never sung before. He thought it would be a challenge; he didn’t know he had some of the most ticklish feet you’ve ever seen, and that a hairbrush (a hairbrush!) could be used like that.
He’s never laughed so hard before or since, never felt so out of control, so panicked and desperate and ticklish.
A busker who’s left sweaty and panting, hardly able to speak to tell you how much worse it was than they imagined, indicates a job well done.
If you really showed him who’s boss, it might be a few days before he’s rested enough to get back to busking. You can see him falter in the middle of a song as he sees your face and phantom tickles whisper up his soles, trying his best to pretend the man who wrecked him isn’t grinning from the crowd.
And after he’s done, when you cockily swan up to him and ask him if he wants another round, and he gulps…
…you might just find that he says yes.
