I thought I might put these in Sightings because they aren't technically customers. Background, I work as a waver, which means I dress up in a lovely green costume and wave at cars and dance on the sidewalk.
So...I don't know what it is about somebody dancing on the sidewalk in a bright outfit that makes people just lose their damn minds. I've been thinking it might be something in the water here.
Anywho...
Please keep your hands on the wheel.
There is an old man who will always, everyday, you could probably set your watch by it, come by in his mini van and try to make me do different dance moves. You know like disco or something? He takes his hands off the wheel and stops looking at the road, he just stares at me until I do what he wants me to.
Control the Brats Or I'll Control them For You.
I can't stand the elementary and middle school kids on the buses. Some of the buses are really nice. In fact there's a really nice bus that passes by I think from an all girls private school because there are only ever girls on it and they all clap out the windows when I do the hula hoop and such. HOWEVER, one of these lovely public school buses has about thirty kids that hang out the bus windows and SCREAM. I mean this earsplitting horrible sound. They make rude hand gestures and they've even thrown gum out the window at me.
GUM...AT ME. It hit me too. If it happens next year you can bet the school district is going to get a very interesting phone call.
You Know You're Creepy When...
There's this guy we told off because he kept getting too close for comfort and literally trying to grind up against us. He's missing four front teeth and smells of horrible alcohol. He doen't even come on our side of the street anymore because we were verbally forceful. But he waves. He'll stand on the other side of the street and wave at us. Creepily, like he wants us to know how sad he is that he can't come over.
Another guy who's kinda creepy but then kinda awesome at the same time is the one they call "Fast Eddie." Let's just say he's not very "fast" in any sense of the word and one time he started yelling (not singing) "Here comes Peter Cottontail..." across the street...at me. He knew the whole song. I was impressed.
THINGS HAVE TO BE FREEEEEEE!!!
Some guy screamed at me to get over to his car, I stayed on the sidewalk a good two armslengths away and he started yelling at me.
Stupid Jerk: HEY, YOU DO TAXES?!
Me: Yes...?
SJ: FOR FREE?!
Me: No...
SJ: WHERE DO I GET THEM DONE FOR FREE AT?!
Me: I don't know.
SJ: WHAT YOU MEAN YOU DON'T KNOW?! DON'T YOU DO TAXES?!
Me: Not for free.
SJ: WELL THEN WHERE THE HELL DO I GET THEM FOR FREE AT!?
Me: I. Don't. Know.
And that's when I went back to my corner and put my ear buds back in. I don't get paid enough to get screamed at.
If I was concerned about what people thought...
I wouldn't be out there. This is my favorite because I was kinda mean to her. She was this girl who kept telling me, and her friend, that she was sorry for me because of my job and that they didn't pay me enough.
CG: I just feel so bad for you!
Me: If I was concerned about what you thought, I wouldn't be here, would I?
CG: Well no, but seriously, I would have asked for way more money than whatever they're paying you.
Me: Well at least I get a paycheck at the end of the week.
CG Friend: Well that's true, I don't know if I'd mind doing this, it looks fun!
CG: Are you SERIOUS?! This is like the worst job in the world!!!
Me: Hardly, at least I work out.
And THAT is about the time she got huffy and walked away. Her friend was nice though.
Just...WHY?
I swear I get flipped off at least 10 times every day for no reason, one guy even rolled down his window and screamed "fuck you." Although I will add that he looked kind embarrassed when I narrowed my eyes at him and made this kind of face:
Usually I can't hear what people say because I have my music playing. I think I need a sign that says "Liberty Can't Hear You, so STFU!"
So...I don't know what it is about somebody dancing on the sidewalk in a bright outfit that makes people just lose their damn minds. I've been thinking it might be something in the water here.
Anywho...
Please keep your hands on the wheel.
There is an old man who will always, everyday, you could probably set your watch by it, come by in his mini van and try to make me do different dance moves. You know like disco or something? He takes his hands off the wheel and stops looking at the road, he just stares at me until I do what he wants me to.
Control the Brats Or I'll Control them For You.
I can't stand the elementary and middle school kids on the buses. Some of the buses are really nice. In fact there's a really nice bus that passes by I think from an all girls private school because there are only ever girls on it and they all clap out the windows when I do the hula hoop and such. HOWEVER, one of these lovely public school buses has about thirty kids that hang out the bus windows and SCREAM. I mean this earsplitting horrible sound. They make rude hand gestures and they've even thrown gum out the window at me.
GUM...AT ME. It hit me too. If it happens next year you can bet the school district is going to get a very interesting phone call.
You Know You're Creepy When...
There's this guy we told off because he kept getting too close for comfort and literally trying to grind up against us. He's missing four front teeth and smells of horrible alcohol. He doen't even come on our side of the street anymore because we were verbally forceful. But he waves. He'll stand on the other side of the street and wave at us. Creepily, like he wants us to know how sad he is that he can't come over.
Another guy who's kinda creepy but then kinda awesome at the same time is the one they call "Fast Eddie." Let's just say he's not very "fast" in any sense of the word and one time he started yelling (not singing) "Here comes Peter Cottontail..." across the street...at me. He knew the whole song. I was impressed.
THINGS HAVE TO BE FREEEEEEE!!!
Some guy screamed at me to get over to his car, I stayed on the sidewalk a good two armslengths away and he started yelling at me.
Stupid Jerk: HEY, YOU DO TAXES?!
Me: Yes...?
SJ: FOR FREE?!
Me: No...
SJ: WHERE DO I GET THEM DONE FOR FREE AT?!
Me: I don't know.
SJ: WHAT YOU MEAN YOU DON'T KNOW?! DON'T YOU DO TAXES?!
Me: Not for free.
SJ: WELL THEN WHERE THE HELL DO I GET THEM FOR FREE AT!?
Me: I. Don't. Know.
And that's when I went back to my corner and put my ear buds back in. I don't get paid enough to get screamed at.
If I was concerned about what people thought...
I wouldn't be out there. This is my favorite because I was kinda mean to her. She was this girl who kept telling me, and her friend, that she was sorry for me because of my job and that they didn't pay me enough.
CG: I just feel so bad for you!
Me: If I was concerned about what you thought, I wouldn't be here, would I?
CG: Well no, but seriously, I would have asked for way more money than whatever they're paying you.
Me: Well at least I get a paycheck at the end of the week.
CG Friend: Well that's true, I don't know if I'd mind doing this, it looks fun!
CG: Are you SERIOUS?! This is like the worst job in the world!!!
Me: Hardly, at least I work out.
And THAT is about the time she got huffy and walked away. Her friend was nice though.
Just...WHY?
I swear I get flipped off at least 10 times every day for no reason, one guy even rolled down his window and screamed "fuck you." Although I will add that he looked kind embarrassed when I narrowed my eyes at him and made this kind of face:
Usually I can't hear what people say because I have my music playing. I think I need a sign that says "Liberty Can't Hear You, so STFU!"



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