Well, I did it. Finally. After so many years of trying, I finally ruined someone's holiday.
Or so a woman told me at the Easter Egg hunt today.
We had baskets of tokens scattered around the grounds of the mansion where I work. You collected them (6 tokens for those 6 years old or younger and 12 for children older than six) brought them to Egg H.Q., and you got a stamp on your hand and a little packet of four eggs.
We opened at 10am.
At 10.15am a woman came up to Egg H.Q. with her child, who was about four. She handed me a single token. I asked for the others, which clearly triggered Whiny Bitch mode:
"But why? We've been looking for aaaaagggggeeessss!! We can only stay for an hour. He's tiiiirrrrreeeeedddd! We can't fiiiiiiiind any!"
I apologised, but said that we needed six eggs and offered to point her to the closest ones (which were only a few dozen steps away). This triggered Snippy Yelling Bitch mode:
"Why should we have to go looking? We paid $15 whole dollars to get in here today. This is a disgraceful way to treat people! How can you possibly behave like this? You've ruined Easter! I hope you're proud of yourself!"
And yea the clouds did part and a beam of light shone down upon me, for I had achieved the rank of Most High and Glorious Ruiner of Days.
Oh, and she stomped off at that point, dragging with her a child who was clearly eager to keep hunting for tokens so he could get his eggs.
Apart from one other woman who lost it with me because her child didn't want a stamp and couldn't I tell that he was autistic (no, actually I couldn't, and if you'd been patient, we could have sorted something out, so hey, your loss, not mine) it was a lovely day, made all the better by the knowledge that I have finally achieved my modest aim in life.
Did anyone else attain such glory?
Or so a woman told me at the Easter Egg hunt today.
We had baskets of tokens scattered around the grounds of the mansion where I work. You collected them (6 tokens for those 6 years old or younger and 12 for children older than six) brought them to Egg H.Q., and you got a stamp on your hand and a little packet of four eggs.
We opened at 10am.
At 10.15am a woman came up to Egg H.Q. with her child, who was about four. She handed me a single token. I asked for the others, which clearly triggered Whiny Bitch mode:
"But why? We've been looking for aaaaagggggeeessss!! We can only stay for an hour. He's tiiiirrrrreeeeedddd! We can't fiiiiiiiind any!"
I apologised, but said that we needed six eggs and offered to point her to the closest ones (which were only a few dozen steps away). This triggered Snippy Yelling Bitch mode:
"Why should we have to go looking? We paid $15 whole dollars to get in here today. This is a disgraceful way to treat people! How can you possibly behave like this? You've ruined Easter! I hope you're proud of yourself!"
And yea the clouds did part and a beam of light shone down upon me, for I had achieved the rank of Most High and Glorious Ruiner of Days.
Oh, and she stomped off at that point, dragging with her a child who was clearly eager to keep hunting for tokens so he could get his eggs.
Apart from one other woman who lost it with me because her child didn't want a stamp and couldn't I tell that he was autistic (no, actually I couldn't, and if you'd been patient, we could have sorted something out, so hey, your loss, not mine) it was a lovely day, made all the better by the knowledge that I have finally achieved my modest aim in life.
Did anyone else attain such glory?
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