I'm at the gym the other day. Pumping iron. Getting all huge and jacked and ...oh, hold on, I'm training for a marathon, scratch that. I was getting my cardio in (that sounds far less macho, but whatever) I get done sweating for the day and go to the locker room. Standing at the sink splashing water on my face when a guy walks in with a suit on that is all comic book characters. Super heroes mostly. But it is a suit. Full on pants, sports coat....suit. I am tired and live in New York so I don't think a whole lot of it until he busts out a tube of lipstick and starts going all Buffalo Bill style. I sort of look over ... give him the once over. He looks back at me and says: "It's OK, I'm a clown." To which I responded, "Oh, didn't even notice." My question: why is a clown using the gym locker room to get ready for a gig? That upped the creepy factor by about 4. Clowns are weird. Never liked the...
General musings from a guy who wears blue jeans and white t-shirts.