We have a local clown. Her name is Doodle. She is the daughter of someone that everyone-who-is-anyone is supposed to know. I don't think I'd know this daughter if I had a conversation with her. I don't think I'd recognize Doodle without her clown makeup. I've seen Doodle at several events and I've seen her around town many times in her Doodle-mobile. Her car is painted in bright swirling colors; a convertible that sometimes blows bubbles. Doodle has a bright orange mop of hair, white face that usually looks more droll than silly, and is typically clad in baggy overalls. She has a little rabbit with black-rimmed eyes that she claims sells Mary Kay.
This week I saw Doodle three times. I have to assume that Doodle uses her not-too-secret secret identity to shop for groceries, meet friends for lunch (maybe), or go to the dentist and whatnot. Surely she isn't ALWAYS Doodle? So if she's going around town in her clown car and her Doodle face, then she must be working. So when I saw her yet again this week, I had to think, "Hey if a clown can still get work, the economy can't be THAT bad."
This week I saw Doodle three times. I have to assume that Doodle uses her not-too-secret secret identity to shop for groceries, meet friends for lunch (maybe), or go to the dentist and whatnot. Surely she isn't ALWAYS Doodle? So if she's going around town in her clown car and her Doodle face, then she must be working. So when I saw her yet again this week, I had to think, "Hey if a clown can still get work, the economy can't be THAT bad."
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