Send In The Clowns
(Almost thirty kids are lined up at the Velcro wall waiting to ride. We have about five minutes until our troupe leaves. One of the parents comes up to me.)
Mother: “I want my son to ride this ride.”
Me: “Ma’am, I don’t think there’s enough time for all these kids to–”
Mother: “I don’t care if he’s the last one. I want him to ride this ride.”
Me: “This ride is going to shut down in about five minutes. There isn’t enough time for–”
Mother: “He can be the last in line, then.”
Me: “He can wait in line but probably won’t be able to–”
Mother: “Fine.”
(The mother walks away and returns some time after the ride is shut down and all kids are turned away.)
Mother: “Hey! HEY! I thought we agreed that my child would get on the ride.”
Me: “That’s not what we agreed to.”
Mother: “Well, put the ride back up so he can ride it.”
Me: “I’m sorry but we can’t do all that for one child.”
Mother: “Why not?! You’re just being f***ing stubborn.”
Me: “If you have any complaints you can speak to the clown over there. Have a nice day.”
Mother: “I don’t want to talk to any d*** clown.”
Me: “That clown is my boss.”
This story is part of our Roller-Coasters roundup!
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