Clowning Around

The other day on my way to the mall, there was an accident on the road I was traveling on, which they had shut down and instead were routing all of the traffic, at a snail's pace, through an adjacent neighborhood.

After saying a brief word to the heavens to make sure all of the accident victims were okay, I began to take in my surroundings. The neighborhood was really cute, with a lot of little fifties looking, bungalow type homes. It was a little run down, but it had a lot of potential.

After thirty molasses slow minutes of snaking through this neighborhood, we turned onto this road:
I was thinking, what a cute name for a street, and a smile came to my lips. Then I passed by this builiding, and if you can read the sign, you'll see it says "Clown Cars Repair Shop". Who would've known they had their own shop? I wonder what kind of problems clowns bring their cars in for? "I don't know what's wrong. I used to be able to get 26, 27 people in this car. Now I can only fit 18."

On the wall next to the bay door is this sign (sorry, a little blurry):

Interesting group of names. As I passed the building, I saw an old sign for The Shriner's Circus. I wonder how Mr. Nasty and No Buns fared at those events; I'm kinda thinking it's hard to even tell the difference between the clowns and the Shriners in the first place.

Seriously, people. Have you seen those Shriner hats???