It wasn't just any clown either, but one truly worthy of hatred and contempt. Mr. Mac himself Ronald McDonald... (here pictured with a corporate logo whom I should probably hate too, but can't help but love).
The really sad part Ronald was both entertaining, and a better teacher than any of us with the kids. They were captivated by him. Proving my theory that there just possibly could be a place for me, my costumes, and puppets in the skool system.
What was truly frightening wasn't the fact he was a clown, but rather that I envied the man who had that job... That's right for some parts of the show I sat there thinking "that could be me, I want that job". I've showered 10 times since getting home, but the filth that tingles on my skin due to such thoughts won't come off!!!
So in a funny way I'm very scared of clowns at moment. Not of them being them, but rather of me becoming one of them!