I was looking at a strip mall the other day. It's been there for years. In fact, during the sixties, it was the place to go and all the big retailers had an outlet there. The big malls pretty well killed the strip mall, so the business that come and go are interesting.
Anyway, I noticed "Mr. Giggles" was closed. Now I never saw the store, when it was open, so I have no idea what was sold. Maybe party goods? How about silly costumes? Clown paraphernalia? I have no idea, but it's closed, so I'll never know.
One part of my thoughts thinks it was a well meaning entrepreneur, a little money ahead, and a bad idea, in a bad location. The other part of my thoughts thinks of a creepy looking man, with a lazy eye, and a really strange sense of humor. Sorta a Stephen King character in real life.
Who knows. The sign is still there. The opportunities for imaginary characters are endless.
In Case You've Wondered
My blog is where my wandering thoughts are interspersed with stuff I made up. So, if while reading you find yourself confused about the context, don't feel alone. I get confused, too.
If you're here for the stories, I started another blog: scratchingforchange.blogspot.com
One other thing: sometimes I write words you refuse to use in front of children, or polite company, unless you have a flat tire, or hit your thumb with a hammer.
I don't use them to offend; I use them to embellish.