at the bus stop
Thursday, December 23rd, 2004
R: Save me. There’s a clown.
J: Scary.
R: Would you take a joke for me, if you had to? Do you love me that much?
Later, on the bus.
J: I heard her say she’s going to a meeting. Maybe it’s the clown’s union.
R: No one will take them seriously dressed like that.
J: “Who are these clowns?”
R: “Get this clown out of my office!”
J: “And take your pie!”
R: “No, leave the pie.”
Together: “Mmm, pie.”
