No, seriously, he was clown. I know, you were expecting some story about an obnoxious customer. But sorry, it’s just a story about a real clown. I’m not sure the gender of the clown, because s/he comes into the store in complete clown uniform and usually just fills up outside and leaves. Except for yesterday when s/he showed up while I was emptying the garbage at the pumps, and was already inside by the time I got my phone camera ready to take this picture. Oh, well. Just imagine a full fledged clown pumping gas into a little white pick-up. That’s one of the things I like about working at the Chevron, you see some pretty weird things (see Sasquatch post 1 & post 2) pulling up and pumping gas.
And while we’re on the subject of clowns, my Vice Principal told an interesting story about the younger sibling of one of my students. Seems that he decided to bring something from the family business into his 5th grade class for Show & Tell. A 10 pound bag of marijuana. Guess he thought it was “Show, tell and roast a bowl.”