BG: I'm currently working at a certain amusement park in the New England portion of the US that belongs to a larger company of similarly-named parks. They're currently in Fright Fest mode, their name for the Halloween season.
I work in the Western-themed section of the park, right down the hill from one of the haunted attractions, and right on the main 'Freak Walk Route' where our entertainment ghouls will wander to get guests to shriek.
I'm also able to change my voice on a whim. /bg
A group of teenage girls run shrieking past me at the side service window at the barbecue restaurant I work at in the park. They stop and all cluster back against the counter in the bright light to let the 'zombie' walk past. I start giggling and they all glare at me.
So what would any sensible person do in that situation? Start speaking in a perfectly normal tone. "Sorry ladies, but it just makes me laugh when I see people get so scared of the dead. After all, {shift voice to a deep and nearly-demonic tone} it's not the DEAD that you should be afraid of!"
Cue four of the girls shrieking again and running away from my counter so I can serve people that actually want food and are now laughing themselves.
I work in the Western-themed section of the park, right down the hill from one of the haunted attractions, and right on the main 'Freak Walk Route' where our entertainment ghouls will wander to get guests to shriek.
I'm also able to change my voice on a whim. /bg
A group of teenage girls run shrieking past me at the side service window at the barbecue restaurant I work at in the park. They stop and all cluster back against the counter in the bright light to let the 'zombie' walk past. I start giggling and they all glare at me.
So what would any sensible person do in that situation? Start speaking in a perfectly normal tone. "Sorry ladies, but it just makes me laugh when I see people get so scared of the dead. After all, {shift voice to a deep and nearly-demonic tone} it's not the DEAD that you should be afraid of!"
Cue four of the girls shrieking again and running away from my counter so I can serve people that actually want food and are now laughing themselves.
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