I 'm Working A Birthday Party
Walking towards the kitchen, I remember what day it was and the walking quickly turns into sprinting.
“What time is it?” I say, trying to catch my breath and reaching for my phone.
Great. It’s at 32 percent.
“10:45, why?” she says.
“I’m working a birthday party today and if I don’t hurry, I’ll be late.”
“Are you ever going to stop being a clown, Mario?”
“Yeah, whatever. It pays the bills,” I say as I walk away to get ready.
Walking into my room, I immediately spot my bag with the costume and let out