(Mis)adventures in Dating a Clown

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baseline; ">  He apologized for the scare, explained his real job, and handed me a small gift-wrapped box.  His parting words were:  “Call me after you watch this.”  

 I peered through the peephole to see if he had a posse of 20 other clowns crammed into his Pinto and then gingerly tore off the balloon embossed paper.  What did I find?