The Argyle Sweater by Scott Hilburn for February 10, 2019

But the bad news is that nobody could bring their seltzer bottle or squirting lapel flower.

… or any ballistic cream pies!

Too many times, a full flight feels like 5500 are boarding!

Send in the clowns. There ought to be clowns.

That clown better not take my seat!

There’s something funny going on here…

Some Bozo is holding up the boarding trying to squeeze his carry-on in the overhead bin!

We’re all Bozos on this plane…

We all know Bozo the Clown. (Or maybe a lot of us are too young.) But where does the name come from? Is it an old ethnic slur? “‘Bozo’ was in fact a personal name among immigrants to the United States from Serbian and Croatian regions. It seems likely that vaudeville’s Bozo originated from this immigrant name and stereotypes surrounding eastern Europeans (akin to the use of palooka to refer to an oafish boxer, probably related to the Polish name Paluka).” (https://www.visualthesaurus.com/cm/wordroutes/where-does-bozo-come-from-lets-not-clown-around/)

They’re just plane clowns.

shrine clowns rule…

Oh Jeez….Now I’m imagining the nightmare of walking onto a plane full of clowns. I’d nope myself right off that flight.

I hope Pennywise is on that flight.

Fitting ten clowns in a VW bug is funnier.

Flight 42?

This won’t end well.

Every flight I’ve been on recently has featured SOME clowns!

I say, give the Flight Attendants Tasers!

I remember all the clowns getting out of the teensy Crosley. Granny took me. Probably late ’40s. Later Stephen King took over.

Guess what the snacks are…hint: The stewardesses can stand in one spot and “deliver” them to all the guests…