There I was, about to get on the on-ramp of the interstate to come see you when an obnoxiously small red car filled with too many clowns to count flew past me leaving a trail of red noses, big floppy red shoes, and a tune over the attached loudspeaker of ‘do your ears hang low’ in its wake. Wondering what all the commotion could be I followed them, but I didn’t have to go very far, because just past the on-ramp they stopped at the accident and all 31 of the clowns piled out of the car and began administering first aid. To be honest, I'd seen better in a game of operation, but they wouldn’t give up. Apparently the victim had a broken humerus but the clown told me that laughter was the best medicine and promptly threw a cream pie in my face. Unfortunately this means I have to go home and redo my hair which would take too long and so we should probably just go ahead and reschedule for another day, I hope you understand. Thanks and sorry.
