Clowns are creepy. Or, as in the case of the one we met yesterday, cranky.
Yesterday our local YMCA had a free kids day. We don’t belong to the Y, but we decided to check it out with one of our friends. They had a free fingerprinting service, where they create a CD with your kids picture, fingerprints and stats so you have it in case the worst happens and they go missing. They gave out freebies from local businesses, and had a bouncy house set up in the gym. Around the perimeter of the gym they had more table with freebies, and this clown making balloon things.
“You can have a balloon dog or a balloon sword, those are your choices” says the clown.
“I am just picking colors from a bag, randomly. You get whatever color you get” says the clown.
It was like watching your cranky Uncle Leo at a party. The only thing missing was a smelly stogie and a can of Pabst Blue Ribbon.
There was a significantly long line, because inexplicably kids LOVE balloon things, and most have not yet been profoundly disturbed by a clown yet, so they all want to talk to this guy and get a balloon thing. And yet, while there is a long line of kids, who have all been running like lunatics, jumping in the bouncy house and generally being crazy, Mr. Cranky Clown keeps stopping his balloon making efforts to do things like fiddle with his ipod which was being piped into an speaker and was blasting, at a kids event, Jimmie Hendrix of all things.
Every parent standing there was thinking the same thing, I am sure. “Stop fiddling with your ipod and get busy making either a dog or a sword for the kids, you creepy, cranky clown guy.” Really, clowns are not right.