I Spoke Too Soon

Sorry concert post. You've got to go.

One of the joys of working in this place is that I'm facing the lobby on the same floor as the nursery school and the summer camp, and about once a month, regardless of what time of the year it is, there are special guests. Once, it was a firefighter, one time it was a police man. Those are to be expected, and aren't really all that exciting. However, every once in a while, you get a real treat.
Two months ago, the special guest was a magician. A piss-poor magician who had obviously taught himself magic with the aid of a toy store magic kit. We all sat back in my office, secure that the glass in our windows is about 90% soundproof, and tore into that lameass entertainer.
Today, there's a puppet show going on, and while the script itself seems to be lacking substance (it IS designed for nursery school kids), the sound of a roomful of young children screaming at jokes designed for them is pretty amusing. It's like being on a roller coaster full of screaming youth, without the height restriction.
The best/most terrifying one, by far, was a clown that came in about six months ago. The scary part was, she didn't START as a clown. She was a regular woman who gradually got dressed up as a clown in front of the children. Putting all sickening voyeuristic overtones aside, this show was horrifying because it was like this woman was being consumed slowly by the disembodied spirit of an evil clown. We all just watched helplessly as this poor lady became possessed by the soul of Dottie. I'll never think of clowns the same way again.