Send out the clown

Scanning some beans,

At the Kroger checkout.

You looked kind of strange

And it left me no doubt

You are a clown, You are a clown. — With apologies to Stephen Sondheim.

The day had been sort of crappy for whatever reasons. I bought some shoe cleaner at Kroger and I looked next to me in the self-checkout only to see a clown with one can of beans. At least that is what I imagined the beep from the checkout machine announced it was scanning. Beans. I don’t know why.

Send in the clowns? So that’s what they did. Whomever “they” may be.

It would seem that the clown to the left of me in the Kroger self-checkout line would brighten my day. Isn’t that what clowns are supposed to do? Maybe I should have had a Joker on the right.

But this clown seemed kind of grumpy. Its clothes were kind of faded. As I forced a fake smile looking at this clown it seemed for all the world that the clown wanted nothing more than to get the hell out of there.

Send in the clown? Nope send it out. We got us one angry-ass clown. That’s not to be confused with an angry ass clown. Whatever the latter may be.

I was in a bad mood to start with. The clown put me in a much worse mood.

Thanks Chuckles.