clowns are creepy by Barry Yanowitz
Clown Bag on the G and then the L
Missed Connections in Brooklyn, NY
You have a messenger bag with a clown on it.
I’m partly disturbed and 100% fascinated that a guy like you would carry a bag like that, as it didn’t seem to fit in with your manner or how you were dressed.
I think you got on the G at Clinton/Washington with me at around 3:15 or so today.
All I know is we stood near each other and then sat down near each other and both got off to transfer to the Manhattan-bound L.
I lost you on that platform but your bag is seared in my brain.
I had an unusual bag too but I’m not going to be that presumptuous to assume that you could describe anything about me back to myself.
But if you’re single and interested in telling me the story behind the clown bag, I’d love to grab a drink together and hear it.
