Send in the Clowns...
Don't bother.... I'm here.
Bumbo the Clown left me a Facebook message... with a picture of this clown record that he left at the slaughterhouse, that said.... "I was looking for you." Seriously... I'm there a LOT... but I don't LIVE there. I had, however been there the previous day and again that same morning before work. And I left my lens cap there. So I went back there again after work, and claimed the "bumbo" ... the last one I found melted in my car. And I found my lens cap too. I was actually very brave that afternoon. There was a truck parked there, and usually when I see another vehicle there, I don't stop. I'm kind of afraid at what I might run into ... but this time, I wanted to find my lens cap... so I figured I'd go in anyway. I met a guy with his dog, looking for the trailhead. We talked for a few minutes, the whole time he was brushing ticks off of himself (can't even imagine how many were on the poor dog!). I had no idea how the trail connected with the one he was looking for, and he was pretty disgusted with the tick activity, so he gave up and left... which allowed me to set up and take this photo in peace... so that Bumbo would know that I had claimed the record.
Send in the Clowns...
Don't bother.... I'm here.
Bumbo the Clown left me a Facebook message... with a picture of this clown record that he left at the slaughterhouse, that said.... "I was looking for you." Seriously... I'm there a LOT... but I don't LIVE there. I had, however been there the previous day and again that same morning before work. And I left my lens cap there. So I went back there again after work, and claimed the "bumbo" ... the last one I found melted in my car. And I found my lens cap too. I was actually very brave that afternoon. There was a truck parked there, and usually when I see another vehicle there, I don't stop. I'm kind of afraid at what I might run into ... but this time, I wanted to find my lens cap... so I figured I'd go in anyway. I met a guy with his dog, looking for the trailhead. We talked for a few minutes, the whole time he was brushing ticks off of himself (can't even imagine how many were on the poor dog!). I had no idea how the trail connected with the one he was looking for, and he was pretty disgusted with the tick activity, so he gave up and left... which allowed me to set up and take this photo in peace... so that Bumbo would know that I had claimed the record.