I went to the arena in Baltimore last night for a concert (epic details in the next post) and each level of the parking garage had a color and theme so that you could remember where you had left your car. The themes were all things that could reasonably be happening at the arena.
How did i end up on the clown level?
This greets you at the elevator. It was almost enough to make me want to get back in my car and move to another level.
I never used to be afraid of clowns, but honestly, the older i get the more freaked out i am by them.