You don't know why, but the clown design seems to call at you from deep down inside you. You have no idea why this is as you never ever liked clowns, but nor did you dislike them.
You decide to wait your turn and sit down on the nearby bench, listening to the barks and animal noises comming from various booths, you wonder if they keep animals with them as inspiration for the faces they paint. The guy who was getting his face painted as a clown stood up, laughed as he looked into the mirror and walked to the otherside of the booth and disappeared behind a curtain, probably into another room.
The painter motions you to the chair and you walk over and sit in the chair as this time he closes the curtain behind the chair, the booths had done this except for this one, maybe he simply forgot last time.
The guy sits and asks you a question.
"So...what type of clown would you like to be?" You had no idea what he was talking about.
"Excuse me?" You ask a little confused.
"There are sevearl different types of clowns sir...whiteface, the deliver of pranks and jokes. The Aguste, who delivers and recieves jokes, and then there is the happy and sad hobo clown, who is always the butt end of jokes." You stop and think looking at the floor, wondering which to choose.