Who’s the Clown Now? (standard:humor, 904 words)
Author: Godspenman	Added: Nov 07 2022	Views/Reads: 608/398	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
DI must confess that too often I am slow to hear and quick to speak. After this incident, I’m really going to work on reversing my behavior.

As a young person, I was fascinated with clowns. My first encounter was
at a circus I attended with my family. The main character in the circus 
was the clown. 

When I first saw those clowns, I was scared almost to death. I've never
seen anything as scary as those circus clowns. 

That began my adventure with clowns, and every Saturday morning on
television, I watched Bozo the Clown. I rarely missed an episode. But, 
of course, like most friends, I believed Bozo the Clown and all clowns 
were real. In fact, on Halloween, I usually dressed up as a clown and 
went door-to-door collecting "treats." 

Imagine when I first realized that Bozo the Clown was not real. That was
when I also discovered that Santa Claus and the Easter Bunny were not 
real. So you can imagine the distress I experienced. 

As I got older, I grew out of that fascination with clowns and put it
all behind me. That's the real purpose of growing up, to put things 
behind you that aren't real. 

I didn't think of clowns very much until something happened recently in
our house. 

It was the day after Halloween, and The Gracious Mistress of the
Parsonage told me she was going to the bathroom and take care of her 
hair, wash and dye it, and whatever else she did with it. 

Looking back over my life, many things have come to me while drinking my
coffee. Coffee is a very important aspect of my life, and I'm just now 
beginning to appreciate it. 

As I was drinking my coffee a thought came to me, and I said to myself,
"What if...." 

I needed to put together a nice little plan. 

I got ready for my plan, thought it through very carefully, and believed
I had everything down where it needed to be (Or, so I thought). Then 
The Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage came out of the bathroom and 
walking down the hallway, I saw her and said, "Oh my, you are wearing 
the funniest and scariest looking clown costume that I have ever seen." 
And I laughed a glorious, hahaha. 

I continued staring at her with a ridiculous smile on my face.
Unfortunately, The Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage did not return 
the smile. 

Staring at me, she said, "What are you talking about?" 

Still laughing, I said, "Don't you know that Halloween is over? You
don't need a costume." And then I resumed my hysterical laughter. 

I resumed my laughter, and she resumed her scowling. 

That's the difference between my wife and me. I see something to laugh
at, and she doesn't laugh at it. 

When I quieted down a little bit, she cleared her throat and said, "So,
you think I'm wearing a clown costume, do you?" 

Without thinking, which is my usual MO, I resounded, "Yes, I do." I
followed that up with more hilarious laughter. 

"Are you sure," she said, "you want to stick with your story?" 

How she said it caused me a great deal of pause. I began to think that
maybe she did not think my comment was funny. Aren't all clown jokes 
funny? 

My smile began to evaporate from my face, and a lightbulb in my head
went on. 

Then she said, "Seriously, do you want a clown to fix your supper
tonight?" 


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