As I was walking around the city today in search of lunch I had a thought. Yes, dangerous I know, but I couldn’t help it. I was standing at the intersection waiting to cross the road, looking at the people around me.
The freshly pressed power suits. Pristine white shirts. Expertly tied ties. Immaculately cleaned and very shiny shoes.
That’s when it struck me. “Surely not” I thought, as I looked a little closer. These people in the most expensive and finest of fine power suits, could the closet of their secret desires really hold such a thing? I looked around at others, person after person. It wasn’t just the odd upper manager and power broker, but it was all of them. All sharing the same skeleton in their closet. All sharing the one secret desire. The evidence was undeniable. Every business person, has the secret desire, to be a clown. Continue reading