Fountains Of Tears
(I work forty hours a week at my regular job, but I decide to spend weekends as a volunteer host at a historic building for two years. This building has a lot of great features, but our rooftop gardens are the most popular. Since it’s a secure building, you have to be accompanied to the roof by a host with security access. I’m giving a tour to a couple, a dad, and the dad’s three sons. The youngest one is about 11 and is fascinated with the fountains. I don’t mind too much, since he isn’t doing any damage.)
Kid: “Guys! This one has money in it!”
Me: “We encourage coins in the fountain, and we donate every cent to [Hospital].”
Kid: *reaching into the water* “I’m going to get it!”
Me: “I wouldn’t. Everything in that fountain will be given to charity, including kids.”
(The dad and brothers crack up and the kid snatches his hand back.)
Me: “That’s right. Fall in the fountain, and I’ll send you to the hospital.” *beat* “I really didn’t mean that as a threat.”