It was a nice night out where everyone wanted to have Breakfast for Supper.
Some days are best when they end up upside down and reversed.
One granddaughter order hash browns;
One granddaughter ordered kids Pancakes with a smiley face made of bacon;
Granny order Blueberry pancakes;
Pappy had an order Buttermilk Pancakes.
They saw him over at another table and then another table and then one more closer to theirs still.
He had on a L O U D green sports coat, an even Louder yellow shirt, a red polka dot (fake) bow tie, black pants and dirty big brown shoes.
He was 1/2 Clown, 1/2 magician that made not-so-good-balloon creations.
One granddaughter could hardly wait for him to get to the table to craft her an elephant; the other granddaughter ran for the restroom–
AVOIDANCE COMES IN MANY GUISES!
He came over and he
NEVER LEFT!
He started with the elephant and then a penguin for granny; a motorcycle for Uncle and a giraffe for
Uncle’s girlfriend. . .
All the while, BREAKFAST had come and had been E A T E N
and while they were waiting for the check he crafted Pappy a hat that had no rival.
There’s nothing more Lonely than a Lonely 1/2 CLown, 1/2 Magician that couldn’t blow up or twist more than a few balloons together before
P O P !
He tried to make jokes
He tried to make conversation
He tried to make a sale for his services at parties
He tried to make balloon animals and shapes
He tried. . . .
It wasn’t until they were walking out, with him at their heels,
until Pappy got a reflection of himself in the glass doors.
IT HIT HIM
only then!
The granddaughters were laughing at some of the deformed creatures, while Uncle was complaining to Granny just how rude he was for never leaving, even while BREAKFAST came and they ate, a little uncomfortably, in front of him as he miserably failed to entertain but much more easily irritated.
IT HIT ME
How sad. . .how sad–
NO, NO. . .
not how he was
but maybe how we were.
The reason he came to our table and stayed is because we were the only table that entertained him; that didn’t dismiss him or be rude. . .but it didn’t keep us from complaining about how he made us feel awkward or, or…
making fun of him!
It was obvious that he was being shunned and in at least one incident, not very welcomed at all.
As we walked to our car,
WHILE STILL WEARING MY CONCOCTED, TWISTED HAT–
I looked back into the window and saw him not being very well received at yet another table and something felt a little twisted and blown out of proportion in me.
WHO’S THE REAL CLOWN?
Not much feeling like being the Entertainment when going out is one thing, not appreciating the Entertainment–even bad Entertainment–when it’s
S I N C E R E
is quite another.
I felt like giving myself a hand–
RIGHT ACROSS THE BACK OF MY HEAD. . . .
Bravo!
Bravo!
