I Hate Surprises

I Hate Surprises
I hate surprises. No I really hate surprises, especially involving clowns and first-graders hopped-up on sugar from cake frosting and soda drinks.

Back in middle school my younger sister was having a party. She invited all her little first grade friends. Mom got her everything she wanted the cake, cotton candy machine, and that stupid clown costume. I wasn't expecting a clown to be there at all but my mom came up to me and said

--your turn--