Monday, May 21, 2007
WHAT, NO MIMES?
The flat-screen TV's will be nice, and so will those big cushy chairs.
But in an effort to make Bradley's Terminal A more "friendly", the folks at the airport say they'll be bringing in entertainment, too.
Music might be welcome, as long as it's something to soothe you when you find out your flight is delayed, and you'll have to spend another 2 hours in one of those cushy chairs.
But CLOWNS???
I mean, I like clowns well enough in their natural habitat: the circus, kiddie birthday parties, on television (I loved Clarabelle on "Howdy Doody.")
But at the airport? When you've just made it through security, and you're hoping your flight's on time, and praying you don't get stuck in the middle seat in coach? You want Bozo honking a horn in your face? No thank you.
UNLESS...they're clowns who mirror real-life.
Imagine: you're sitting quietly, having a pre-departure cocktail, and Ronald McDonald's second cousin grabs the stool next to you.
Me: "How's it goin'?"
Clown: "Lousy. The kids used my makeup for finger paint, my wife used my wig for a mop, and I blew my fake nose off."
Me: "Shame. Love your size-16 shoes, though."
Clown: "You know how many times a day I trip in these things? It's like walking on scuba fins."
Me: "Buy you a drink?
Clown: "Make it a double."
That's my kind of clown.
Otherwise, the clowns should steer clear... while I contemplate that screaming baby who will undoubtedly end up in the seat behind me.
But in an effort to make Bradley's Terminal A more "friendly", the folks at the airport say they'll be bringing in entertainment, too.
Music might be welcome, as long as it's something to soothe you when you find out your flight is delayed, and you'll have to spend another 2 hours in one of those cushy chairs.
But CLOWNS???
I mean, I like clowns well enough in their natural habitat: the circus, kiddie birthday parties, on television (I loved Clarabelle on "Howdy Doody.")
But at the airport? When you've just made it through security, and you're hoping your flight's on time, and praying you don't get stuck in the middle seat in coach? You want Bozo honking a horn in your face? No thank you.
UNLESS...they're clowns who mirror real-life.
Imagine: you're sitting quietly, having a pre-departure cocktail, and Ronald McDonald's second cousin grabs the stool next to you.
Me: "How's it goin'?"
Clown: "Lousy. The kids used my makeup for finger paint, my wife used my wig for a mop, and I blew my fake nose off."
Me: "Shame. Love your size-16 shoes, though."
Clown: "You know how many times a day I trip in these things? It's like walking on scuba fins."
Me: "Buy you a drink?
Clown: "Make it a double."
That's my kind of clown.
Otherwise, the clowns should steer clear... while I contemplate that screaming baby who will undoubtedly end up in the seat behind me.
Posted at 9:19 AM by Gerry
4 Comments:
As a long time listener to you, I mean a real long time.....this does in fact sound exactly like something you would say...sb
Dear SB,
I'm nothing if not consistent. Of course, sometimes I'm just plain nothing.
GB
Hey Gerry, I've been watching you since 1989 and I think you're awesome!!...rachel b
p.s. I liked you better with the mustache, good luck with your blog!
Rachel...
You sound pretty awesome yourself!
GB
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