I don't hate clowns like a lot of people do. I've never seen IT or read the book, because Stephen King and I don't get along (aside from that one summer when I read firestarter and carrie and one other book back to back and couldn't sleep for a week).
I'm not afraid of them. I totally get the creepy thing, though. But I sure don't LOVE clowns.
Especially clowns that spend the entire.bloody.day blowing whistles directly outside my office window. Oy vey, the headache.
But I understand that the crosswalk patrol traffic clowns are there for the safety and amusement of the Children's Festival patrons, so I will just suck it up for two more days of ipod-wearing at my desk.
The downside to wearing your ipod at your desk to drown out 7.5 consecutive hours of CLOWN WHISTLE BLOWING? Missed phonecalls and people standing in your doorway knocking several times and eventually shouting your name. Ooops. Sorry, coworkers.
I will, however, pledge to get my revenge on the traffic clowns. Because when I have childrens? I'm going to teach them to LOOOOVE clowns. And by LOOOOOOVE, I clearly mean bite and kick in the shin.
If you're going to play with me, you'd better get ready to play dirty, Clowns.
2 days ago