So my mom got me a job at her friend's son's birthday party as a clown. Struggling to pay for college, I needed every job I could get. I knew a little magic, I knew a few jokes, it'd be easy right?
Nope. Half my tricks didn't work, and no one got my jokes. It was a total disaster. So when Gina told me to wait in her bedroom while her husband took the kids to get ice cream, and go see a movie, I thought, okay at least I'm going to get paid.
Then Gina and Stacy came in and everyone could feel the tension.
It was actually a duel birthday party. Gina and Stacy both had kids that had birthdays about a week apart, or something. Normally I charge a hundred bucks for one kid, but being there were two I thought about doubling it, but we settled on a hundred and fifty.
"You are the worst clown ever!" Gina said.
"Horrible," Stacy added.
"Okay so everything didn't work like I planned," I said.
"My daughter is still upset," Stacy said.
"You don't even look like a real clown. You're wearing faded jeans, corny suspenders and a t-shirt," Gina replied.
"Well, not only are you not getting paid, we're gonna teach you the definition of funny. Since we didn't get any laughter from our kids, we'll get it from you," Stacy said.
The next thing I knew I was being tied spread eagle to the bed.
Then they both started poking me in the ribs and on my stomach casing me to jump and give short barks of laughter.
"Come on. You can do better than that can't you?" Gina asked.
Then they both started really ticking me. Using their nails to really make me squirm.