So, I walked into the bank, and some gal at the desk was trading Presidential Inauguration pins with people that came in. I asked if I could have one, and the next thing I know, I'm judging the Olympic clown competition.
All these people who were hanging around the bank stood up and some of them started singing. And this one huge clown had a bird as a hand. I'm not talking about a bird on his hand . . . . . his hand was a bird!
And his song seemed to go on forever. But he was a really good singer. And the gal sitting next to me touched the bird when he stood in front of her. I wasn't about to touch that skinny, black bird who was losing his feathers.
And then I woke up.