A man in a car....

The man dropped off his wife and daughter at the pool, and headed back out into the world with a list of errands. His vacation starts in one week, and there's stuff to be done. Further, he's...exhausted.

Just whipped.
Beat Down.

His daughter had a really bad night, sleep wise, and this means he did, too.

He's on his way to get the Subaru's oil changed, when he realizes the car in front of him is not really driving very well.

"Clown." The irritable man mutters. They stop at a stop light, and when itturns green, the car in front does not go.
"C'mon, you $%$#%^ clown!" he says, more loudly.

The car in front of him finally takes off. The man looks around, to see if there's a way around the car in front, before they get to the next light, where he'll have to turn left.
Nope.

He watches the car in front of him weave slightly, as balloons blow around inside of it, obstructing the other driver's view. He's not at all pleased.

"Please go straight, please go straight" he thinks to himself, as they approach the next stop light.

Nope. The car in front of him slowly eases into the turn lane in front of him. He watches the driver adjust the rearview so that she can look at herself in it. He gets angrier when he sees her lean out the driverside window, to check herself out in the side mirror.

"no way this #$^& clown's paying attention to the light." he says aloud, hand poised and at the ready on the horn.

Sure enough, the turn arrow flashes on, and all the traffic in front of the woman moves, while she does not.

"C'mon, you #@$%$%^& clown, GO!!!!" he says, as he hits his horn once, briefly.

And she does, and he does, and they both make the light, and he whips into the right lane to get past her, still upset.

As he passes, he takes a quick glance over at her, and begins to laugh.

Her face was covered in white grease paint, with a large smile painted on.

That's right, my friends. The " #@$%$%& clown" really was... a clown.