Not a huge fan of Halloween parties, I knocked at the door of 806 Poplar Street with little enthusiasm. It was the residence of my supervisor, so how could I not make an appearance?
I glanced around the living room. There were scarecrows, werewolves, pirates, and vampires. I was the sole clown, also the only guest in a ruff collar. This was a last-minute costume choice for me, and the curly wig tickled my ears.
We ate a lot. We drank a little. In between, we chatted and laughed. The hours passed more pleasantly than expected, but soon it was nearing midnight. I was tired of pretending to be a clown. The music was getting monotonous, so I figured I should make my getaway.
I tugged at the yellow wig, but it felt attached. My red nose was stuck fast! I was starting to feel foolish. Was I destined to become the corporate clown?
I glanced around the living room. There were scarecrows, werewolves, pirates, and vampires. I was the sole clown, also the only guest in a ruff collar. This was a last-minute costume choice for me, and the curly wig tickled my ears.
We ate a lot. We drank a little. In between, we chatted and laughed. The hours passed more pleasantly than expected, but soon it was nearing midnight. I was tired of pretending to be a clown. The music was getting monotonous, so I figured I should make my getaway.
I tugged at the yellow wig, but it felt attached. My red nose was stuck fast! I was starting to feel foolish. Was I destined to become the corporate clown?
