I'f I am a clown, then he's a pirate...

I drove in to work yesterday next to a pirate.

Yes, an actual pirate.

I say that with hesitation, because I don't know what lobby group is going to pounce on me and claim a swiz, or get me to retract my statement stating unfair treatment of a minority, yadda yadda yadda.

Well, all I can say to that is if I am a clown, then he is a pirate.

I can juggle three balls like a clown (it is really the only useful thing I learned at my first job, aside from being able to touch type), and I was waiting for a lift on the sidewalk, juggling to hone my skills, when a mother and daughter walked past. The little girl said loudly (as only children can, in such an un-self-conscious way) "look Mom, a clown!”

So, there he was, a man who at first glance just looked to have the WORST pudding bowl hair cut in the history of the world, which luckily (for him and the girls he will date, cos now they don't have to say anything) turned out to be the elastic band of his eye patch.

I always thought people with one eye had little or no depth perception? I guess not, if he can drive a car.

But then, with the driving in this country, he would probably still be among the best drivers on the road...