"Sure," you tell the clown-woman. "I could use a laugh." Especially after I just wreaked my car, you think to yourself.
You sit down in the chair and she places a barber sheet over you. Next, the clown-woman reaches into her purse and pulls out a full table covered with brushes, combs, spray bottles and what looks like a painter's palette. You giggle as you wonder how she managed to put all that inside her purse.
"Now," she says as she pick up her palette, "what type of clown do you want to be?"
"Excuse me?" you ask.
"There are several kinds of clowns," she explains, "and three basic main types. There are the whitefaces who usually act as the leaders or straight men. Then there are the augustes, who are the usually the butt of the whitefaces' jokes-although sometimes the whitefaces become victims of the augustes' stupidity. And finally there are the hobos, who end up being the butt of EVERYONE's jokes.
"Well," you say, "why don't you pick? Just paint the kind of face you think suits me best."
"OK." The clown-woman giggles mischievously as she dips her brush into white paint, and start to ply it on your face....