It’s Always The One You Least Suspect

(My job at the theme park is to explain the rules at certain rides.)

Mom: “Who told you couldn’t ride, sweetie?”

Kid: *points at me*

Mom: “Why did you send my kid back down to me?!”

Me: “Sorry, he’s too short for this ride, but you guys are more than welcome to play in the other areas.”

Mom: *points at another kid* “But he is WAY shorter than my son!”

Me: “No, sorry. I measure every child and he made the minimum height.”

Mom: “That’s ridiculous. Can’t my son go just once? He’s waited all day to play over here.”

Me: “No, sorry…”

Mom: “You’re just a prude.”

Me: “I probably get more than you do.”

Mom: *jaw drops*