@lanahopple I have a story about an experience I had with a clown.
My husband and I went to a local pub. We went to relax and have a nice time. We sat down at the bar and ordered our drinks.
At the bar, right beside us is this guy dressed in a white tee-shirt, clown pants, rainbow suspenders, with the large shoes and the whole bit. He even had the dark diamond shaped eye makeup on. I’d guess that he had the rubber red nose in his pocket.
He was one of the strangest individuals I’d ever laid my eyes upon. Not because he was dressed as a clown, but because he put off this “aura” or “vibration” that made me feel nauseous.
He didn’t blink. He didn’t smile, and even when we said hello and tried to start up a casual conversation with him, he had these eyes that could fry an egg on the sidewalk. Like there was fire coming from them.
We gave this guy the benefit of the doubt, and thought maybe he was having a tough day. As my husband and I were enjoying each other’s company, and conversing with some of the other people, the whole time this guy kept staring wildly at people, sometimes us, like he wanted to have us for breakfast.
He was truly one of the strangest people I’d ever been in the presence of. Needless to say, we left early because of this individual. That was my one and only first hand experience with a “clown”. And I shudder while remembering to type this.