Did you ever have one of those? Chugging along at full steam in your daily grind, doing your very important thing that you do, when from out of nowhere, something totally surreal presents itself.
Last week, driving over the Dumbarton Bridge at 4:45pm, there was a clown in a brown Buick. Older model. The Buick, not the clown. The clown was wearing a rainbow-striped out-to-here afro wig, red suspenders, and a great big cheery painted on smile. As he passed everyone just sort of…slowed…down…and looked.
About five minutes ago, I was sitting in my office (yes, yes, the Fourth of July, what the hell am I doing at work, yada) trying to get some last minute paperwork done when next to my window walked a woman in full Scots military dress regalia, right down to the headband with a feather in front. I’m no good at telling one tartan from another; it was blue and black and had red pinstripes. She was carrying a drum. It just looked so out of place on a street with people in shorts & tshirts, joggers, etc.