Last night I got a text from a good friend with whom I text on a daily basis. It seemed a bit frantic, "At a community fair. A clown just came to my booth and told me nobody offered him any water and could he take some of mine. You can imagine how hard it was to say yes."
I imagined a thirsty clown's backwash in his water bottle and how horrified he must have been so I asked, "Why didn't you say no?"
The was no response to my inquiry just a subject change and suddenly we were banging on about other various plot points of the day.
Then this morning I awoke and checked my text messages to find the subject renewed, "Still stewing over that clown."
I replied, "I would have said no."
Again to he didn't elaborate or explain his folly.
A few hours later, clearly still pestered by this clown, he took to Facebook with an update, "I'm a compassionate person, so why did I hesitate yesterday when a professional clown asked me for one of the bottles of water I was giving away?"
I texted him immediately, "I didn't realize you were handing out waters. I totally thought you gave him a big swig of your own."
He responded (and this must be read in his resounding deadpanned tone), "Never would a clown's lips touch my water bottle."