Mother Lode of Entitlement Whorism (long)

[bunnyboy]

I dont' know if psycho will be back or not, she's got till Sunday, which is the last day. My guess is that she will be back to fuck up our booth over the weekend. Any of you betting folk?

No way am I touching that bet, I'm rather leery of sucker bets after spending a good portion ofm y formative years in Nevada.

however if not I will admiy defeat and dress in a hot pink tutu and sing they're coming to take me away.

[bainsidhe]

I know it's wrong, but the little evil voice inside is begging, pleading and doing a little pirate dance in order to have PB pull another stunt, preferably in front of RK. You can't buy that kind of entertainment

[RecoveringKinkoid]

Well, I got nothing new, since we all went home at around 5 and psycho had left the fairground long before that, but L, our clerk, did come by and tell me a funny story that happened while he was in there yesterday.

The fan the psycho bought? They couldn't figure out how to assemble it. L sat there and watched them fumble with it.

Which would explain why I didn't see the fan when I walked past her booth this morning before she got in.

How does that karma taste, bitch?

[MrSmiley]

1. The guy in the next booth loaded stock market software on our high speed internet kiosk. While we were gone and without even asking. I expect the usual garden-variety fair-patron PITAs to mess with our stuff, but other vendors?

So K took it off, and the next day, the trouserwaffle did it again! So J (large male coworker) went over there and had a Come To Jesus meeting with him. I am not sure what got said, but it didn't happen again. I mean, J is not particularly scary, but I imagine he could BE scary if he wanted to be.

I know it's lost in all the fun about the fan lady... but there's no reason for the computer to not be setup so that NOBODY can install ANY software EVER unless they're an Administrator... that is K or even your booth and your booth alone.

Now back to fan lady...

[RecoveringKinkoid]

Oh, Wildkard, I know. I even said pretty much the same thing to K. She didn 't know how to lock it down. We probably should have had J or someone do it for us, but after J told the stock guy that he could watch the stocks on our tv on CNN whenever he wanted, he knocked off doing it.

[JustADude]

No, the most demonic thing I can think of is the fire ant idea. I've had those in my bra once. Let me tell you, I was injured. Injured bad. Nothing worse than fire ants. I'm in.

Wrong. You're forgetting about Paraponera clavata, aka the Bullet Ant. That thing is the definition of a perfect score on the Schmidt Scale*!

Lets coat her in honey and throw her to a nest of 'em!

*Schmidt Sting Pain Index

[morgana]

Wow, them's some graphic descriptions! Almost like reading a wine list. I really hope I never meet up with anything over a two.

But I agree, Fan Lady needs to meet the Bullet Ant. (Okay, now that sounds like a professional wresting match . . .)

[One-Fang]

Dang. I was so disappointed.

I cringed reading that list. It elicited actual gasps of imagined pain. It is brilliant.

Right up to the end. Granted, I haven't had a 3 inch rusty nail in my hell, but I have fire walked. And it don't sting.

Such a let down on what was, up till then, a promising piece. I suggest Mr Schmidt go attempt firewalking somewhere.

[JustADude]

I cringed reading that list. It elicited actual gasps of imagined pain. It is brilliant.

Right up to the end. Granted, I haven't had a 3 inch rusty nail in my heel, but I have fire walked. And it don't sting.

I doubt actual fire-walking is over charcoal that could be described as "flaming" when you walk over it. For me, anyway, the image conjured up was of the kind of inferno that would cook your feet into hunks of charred meat in moments.

[RecoveringKinkoid]

Thus ends the saga.....

Well, folks, I'd kind of hoped to be able to come on here and report more hijinks from that crazy Fan Lady, but alas, I got nothing.

I'm particularly dissappointed because I kind of bet K that something either expensive or nasty would happen to our booth Sunday afternoon. We only bet bragging rights, but still. K didn't believe FL would mess with our stuff, but I'm far and away too cynical to believe that.

But she was right.

Fan Lady didn't mess with our people or our stuff on Sunday...in fact, I don't think she was even in her booth, according to A, the last guy to man our booth Sunday. The other woman was in there alone, near as I can tell. And when the booth was broken down yesterday, there was nothing to report.

Kind of anti climactic. Which I guess is good for our booth, but not so good for the story ending.

Ah, well, there is always next year.

[Lachrymose]

Make up a good ending.

[Chromatix]

"That makes me angry. And when Dr. Evil gets angry, it makes Mr. Bigglesworth get upset. (*Mriaow*) And when Mr. Bigglesworth gets upset... people DIE!!!"

[bunnyboy]

oh thank the gods

I got to dodge being in a tutu and sing they're coming to take me away.

[Damien]

FL needed to be fed slowly to lions

[RecoveringKinkoid]

If I had to make up something, I'd say "She went crazy, came over to our booth and took a crap on A's shoe, and was dragged away in handcuffs and put into a police cruiser. The fair people swore blind she'd never be allowed back, her booth was doused in gasoline and set alight, and K and I rode off into the sunset. "

I chose "rode off into the sunset" because my other choices were "drove a convertable off a cliff into the Grand Canyon while as the feds vainly attempted to take us into custody" and "made our last stand charging into a hail of bullets in a villiage at the end of the world in Bolivia."

At least with the ending I picked, I get to eat a candy apple after.