Guys.
Listen.
We have stayed the last couple nights in a hotel. It’s close to the hospital but a little low rent, though the staff is very nice. And they have a little breakfast bar thing for guests each morning.
This is where it happened.
And one older gentleman sitting alone.
OR SO I THOUGHT.
There’s a sack of clothes or bags in the chair across from him.
OR SO I THOUGHT!
It is, in fact...
...a ventriloquist’s dummy.
And guess what?
And it’s a CLOWN.
So he just randomly has a clown face. It doesn’t make sense.
I am creeped out.
CREEPED THE **** OUT.
This is a forgotten Twilight Zone.
With clown puppets.
I put the tea down and go back to work.
I take a sip, I forgot the tea. I have a cup of hot water with some cream in it.
Guys.
You guys.
I go back to the lobby...
The clown puppet is gone.
And my darling hubby says, “Oh, he probably killed a yuppie puppet and put his own head on it.”
THANKS, HUBBY.
And that this one was named Corky McMurder.
We have gotten to know the staff at this hotel desk, they are very nice.
And they were there all morning. So when we checked out, I asked the lady, “That was kind of weird, that guy with the puppet, right?”
And SHE says...
GUYS.
WHAT PUPPET.