Send In The Clowns

| | Right | January 27, 2008

(Almost thirty kids are lined up at the velcro wall waiting to ride. We have about five minutes until out troupe leaves.)

Some 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–”

Some 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–”

Some Mother: “He can be the last in line then.”

Me: “He can wait in line but probably won’t be able to–”

Some Mother: “Fine.”

(Mother walks away and returns some time after the ride is shut down and all kids are turned away.)

Some Mother: “Hey! HEY! I thought we agreed that my child would get on the ride.”

Me: “That’s not what we agreed to.”

Some 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.”

Some Mother: “Why not?! Your just being f**king stubborn.”

Me: “If you have any complaints you can speak to the clown over there. Have a nice day.”

Some Mother: “I don’t want to talk to any d**n clown.”

Me: “That clown is my boss.”

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