When I was a kid, me and my dad were riding in the truck with my grandpa downtown in a small central valley (California) town. They had recently started a trolley service, but it was in the lanes with the regular traffic and they only went about 15 mph. They were not widely used, since it was only available downtown and this small town is entirely car-dependent. My grandpa was getting more and more frustrated at the trolley in front of us, and as we were getting to the end of downtown he says “I bet there’s only one clown on this goddamn trolley.” Without skipping a beat, the trolley stopped to let out one singular person-- a man in clown costume.
It was the funniest fucking thing. I still crack up at it, 30 years later.
When I was a kid, me and my dad were riding in the truck with my grandpa downtown in a small central valley (California) town. They had recently started a trolley service, but it was in the lanes with the regular traffic and they only went about 15 mph. They were not widely used, since it was only available downtown and this small town is entirely car-dependent. My grandpa was getting more and more frustrated at the trolley in front of us, and as we were getting to the end of downtown he says “I bet there’s only one clown on this goddamn trolley.” Without skipping a beat, the trolley stopped to let out one singular person-- a man in clown costume.
It was the funniest fucking thing. I still crack up at it, 30 years later.