it's beginning to look a lot like halloween

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Specifically, the dancewear and costume shop next door to my office has put out its life-size clown mannequin, which it does toward the end of every September. But each year the clown—which stands on a busy street from 10 a.m. to 6 p.m. every day for a month—gets a little shabbier.

Its yellow wig has had sooty black tips for awhile now, but today I noticed that one of its cartoony, white-gloved hands has been replaced by what appears to be the hand of a small female mannequin. So what used to be a sentinel of Happy Fun Kiddy Halloween is now an unintentional harbinger of Scary Ghoulish Horror Movie Halloween. If one of the little tap dancer mannequins in the window display turns out to be missing a hand, all the better.

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Anonymous said…
Oooh - I was just out with friends and we were discussing possible halloween costumes. Now "dirty clown" has jumped to the top of the list!
September 29, 2006 at 8:44 PM
Tracy Lynn said…
Just when you thought clowns couldn't get much creepier. Creeptastic.
September 30, 2006 at 8:30 AM
Cheryl said…
I'm thinking of going as '70s rocker Bootsy Collins, who is sort of dirty-clown-like. More on that soon.
September 30, 2006 at 11:39 PM
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