Nobody Likes A Party Pooper

I host birthday parties as part of my job at a trampoline park. At one of my more recent parties, the birthday girl, age nine, was rude and entitled the whole time.

Birthday Girl: “This party sucks!”

Birthday Girl: “I want to go home!”

Birthday Girl: “I’m bored!”

It got to the point of giving me a breakdown when she threw a tantrum at the dodgeball area, all because she wanted to be able to go wherever she wanted. (Our parties are structured so that each party spends about ten minutes in a variety of areas to avoid losing kids and to spread out the number of guests at each area.)

Her best friend was also one of my Cub Scouts, and she tried putting it on by calling me by my Cub Leader name and not my real name, but I shut it down quickly.

At the end of the party, the mum said:

Mum: “Okay, everyone, say thank you to [My Name]!”

Birthday Girl: “Thank you, even though I made you cry.”

The only response I could muster was:

Me: “Happy birthday, [Birthday Girl]!”