(Got bored & remembered this site)
>>7 First off, fuck yeah.
It was a while ago, but I had just finished my 6th birthday party at a Chuck E. Cheese's, and was waiting at the entrance for my parents to pull the car around so I wouldn't be in the rain. Beside me was the girl who usually gave the kids those stamps on the hand that always made them "oo" and "ah".
I gave a quick glance towards her and realized that during the silent wait, I had an opportunity to practice my socializing skills like my mother wanted. So I looked up at her and asked the first grown up question that came to mind, the one that I usually hear my mommy and daddy say....
"So... Do you like your job?"
Little did I know, that working as a person who stamps hands for a living in a steel trap of screaming children, was not a favorable job. Little did I
also know, that anyone- even a child- asking that kind of question has the extreme capability of sounding sarcastic.
She went off.
"WHY THE FUCK DOES EVERYONE ASK ME THAT?!?? WHY DOES EVERYONE FEEL LIKE ASKING THAT?? I JUST HAD THE WORST FUCKING DAY OF MY FUCKING LIFE. I SWEAR TO GOD, THE NEXT PERSON WHO ASKS ME THAT..."It was a bit of a blur after that. I remember the managers and some employees trying to force her out the back exit ("Go home ___. Just go home!"), and then they were all desperately trying to get my parents to accept a free slice of pizza for me.
Which I declined.
I was either really mentally hardy, or really spoiled, because don't get me wrong; I
was stunned and upset from the mean lady yelling at me...
But I was more pissed about them only offering a pizza SLICE.
After shit like that happens, you best give me a pizza BOX, fool!