someone in an office on the north side of the street will see our bozo and think that there is little more behind it than a few co-workers' feeble attempt at brightening the soul-crushing monotony of their office environment, thus prolonging their miserable existence for at least a few more days. it's a bit more exciting than casual friday, but a step below burning the building to the ground.
conversely, perhaps the construction workers next door mistook bozo #1's "hey beefcake" sign as a thinly-veiled, though strangely delivered, indication of sexual interest. or, worse yet, a humiliating public attack on the heavier men in the group.
whatever the interpretation (this is, of course, assuming that anyone will notice at all), it will always be incomplete. it is impossible for an onlooker to grasp what's truly happening. only one bozo can exist at any given time to anyone not in either of our offices.
i was never much one for the "if a tree falls in the woods and no one is around..." debate, but it all makes sense now. one bozo's existence is only validated when contextualized by another. in other words, a bozo only begins to truly exist when connected to another one. this is bigger than the two of us; we need everyone's help to give meaning to these poor, lonely clowns.