Why I don’t like going out with Clown in public.
Clown is a very opinionated person. I like it 99% of the time, but he has a nasty habit of stating these opinions in tricky situations.
EXAMPLE: Clown and I are at the local shopping centre. I was returning $200 worth of homeware to Kmart, because my mother is a strange woman who decided I needed a gourmet foccacia toaster more than towels or knives or any of the other reasonable things I asked for. (My mother was the first crazy person I lived with.)
Where was I? Oh, the returns desk of Kmart. So I don’t have a receipt, and the stuff I’m returning was bought months ago. All my hopes are resting on the mood of the returns girl. She controls my fate and the likelihood of me having money to eat for the next fortnight. Clown decides this is the exact right time to rant to her about how people shouldn’t be donating so much money to the Victorian Bushfire Fund.
I sent him away.
