About To Get Some Backpack Flak

Guest: “One adult and one child for the museum, please.”

Me: “Certainly! That’s [total]. Please allow me to check your backpack for security.”

Guest: “Why?!”

Me: “It’s for security, ma’am.”

Suddenly, the rather large backpack moves on its own! I see a little finger poke through the zipper. I open the backpack to see a tiny child, likely around three years old, curled up inside. If I didn’t see it with my own eyes, I wouldn’t have believed it.

Me: “Ma’am?”

Guest: “Uh… he’s… not mine!”

Me: “Congratulations, ma’am, I didn’t think this situation could look any worse for you, but you succeeded.”

The police are called and then my manager handles it. He comes up to me at the end of the day.

Manager: “That poor child that she was sneaking into the museum was just three years old!”

Me: “That’s weird.”

Manager: “What is?”

Me: “Three-year-olds get in free!”