Just outside the train station, buskers were performing. A string quartet played patriotic sea shanties. One white-faced clown made Kate a balloon animal. I gave her a coin to give him, and he gravely asked if she had a chocolate coin instead. Kate’s face brightened, for there, tucked in a pouch in the back of her stroller, were a few chocolate coins covered in gold foil. I’m sure the clown regretted his moment of whimsy, for his professional smile cracked when presented with golden payment for his modeled balloon.
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Priceless.
Your shared bits are so entertaining and well written.
Haha.. If I was the clown I would be thinking, "If I had a penny everytime this happened!"
***giggle***
Our 1st trip to London we kept seeing "No Busking" signs in the tube. This wasn't a term we'd ever heard before.
I was somewhat worried we were busking and didn't know it.
Ha!!!!! Poor clown.
Snicker. As my mama says, "That'll learn him, durn him."
Found your blog after reading your posts on LinkedIn. I'm really enjoying it, too. Nice job.
Thank you for the kind words.
Daffycat--that's really funny, wonder what you were doing? Guess I know that from my magic days...
About the clown: I don't think he ever did that again! At least I hope not.
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