So I was talking with a new acquaintance of mine… a sweet older lady. She decides to share with me that she graduated from Clown College… seriously. (I had to laugh because she doesn’t look the part - I’m thinking Bobcat in “Shakes the clown” not this nice grandma). She continued to explain that it was in the early 1980’s — Anyway, as if that isn’t interesting enough. She says that she no longer joins her clown friends at functions, fairs, etc because her last event was so traumatic.
She was one of 10 clowns hired for a Christmas party at a mental institution (go figure?). I’m thinking “over-stimulation!!” Speaking of stimulation — apparently, one of the patients was a flasher… now I’m laughing openly. She said the staff removed him after flashing them for the 6th time!! Ha! It took 6 flashes before someone saw this as a problem? She remembered that he was wearing sweat pants. I’m thinking “this guy has honed his craft, and has it so fined tuned that he knows just what attire will allow him to strike quickly and close up shop in a hurry.”
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