Something funny I was just thinking about with regard to my clown neighbor-
I don't know who she is. I'm certain I've met or seen all of my neighbors. I'm sure I've met her when she was wearing plain clothes, and of course I have seen her many times when she has the clown suit on. But she is so unrecognizable in her clown suit that I couldn't begin to figure out which neighbor she is.
Also, she doesn't talk to anyone when she is wearing her clown suit, even if you walk by her in the courtyard. It's all business when the big floppy shoes are on.
1 comment:
Isn't that the very definition of professional? Once the big floppy shoes go on (or in your case the headband goes on prior to an all-you-can-drink) it is all business.
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