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> Anyway, our church was having a special children's presentation that week, and my mother thought it would be a great idea to get George to come dressed up as a clown to entertain the kids and be his weird self. He dressed it up excellently, with the big poofy multicolored wig, the big red nose, face paint, and the usual crazy clothing. After the gig with the children's classes, he wandered into the auditorium and sat in the back row.
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> That week, the president of the denomination was at our little church on his tour through the country. He never once mentioned the clown sitting in the back row, but we couldn't help noticing how he continually gave sidelong looks back in that direction. After the service was over, George came up to us and remarked on what a strange church we had.


LOL! That is toooo funny.

Yeah, clowns turn up where you least expect them sometimes. I was chaperoning a field trip once(to the La Brea Tar Pits, it was) riding in the bus with thirty 2nd graders, two other moms and one dad. The dad was trying his hardest to interact with the kids, doing all kind of tricks with coins, making jokes, etc etc--but the kids were not reacting at all, in fact they seemed kind of embarrassed. I actually felt kind of embarrassed for him, because he was *way* over the top of normal adult/kid chit chat, if you know what I mean. He turned to me and said "I guess they don't have any sense of humor". I think I mumbled something non-commital in reply, because I thought he was acting kind of weird, really.
Later I found out that he was actually a professional clown. But without the right setting, uniform, or context, it just didn't make sense (like my movie-going clowns or your buddy George).

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