Cirque de Jen-nay …?*

Last night I told a couple of my friends a story about an incident that I had completely forgotten had taken place – well I had either forgotten or (more likely) I subconsciously blocked it from my memory. Read on and see why.

Driving back from that wedding in Newport a couple of weekends ago we had to drop off a couple of people here and there before heading over to breakfast. At this point, I am in the passenger seat not really paying attention to anything in particular, until I saw this beat up, dusty blue pick up truck approaching. For whatever reason, the truck stuck out to me and my eyes were glued to it. As it got closer, I realized what was going on and proceeded to SCREAM, duck down and hide my face. I literally felt tears well up in my eyes.

If you had been in the car you’d be freaked out, right? In fact just reading this you’re probably pretty freaked out.

Do you want to know what I saw?

As that truck drove by me, I locked eyes with the driver …. who was IN FULL CLOWN MAKE UP. Regular clothes, left arm propped up on his open window. WEARING FULL CLOWN MAKE UP. Nonchalantly driving through Quincy, Massachusetts. MADE UP LIKE A CLOWN.

WHAT. THE. F*CK.

It was pretty much one of the scariest things I’ve ever seen. Shut up. You would have cried too.

* Also shut up. I’m clever.

(The comments people left after this was picked up on Universal Hub cracked me up. Good work Boston.)