Thursday, August 20, 2009
I have considered compiling all my anecdotes onto business cards, which I can wordlessly hand out as I meet people, or keep as party favors. And if I have already told someone a particular story, I can avoid wasting my breath or wearing down the other person's time and patience with something that they diligently memorized the first time upon hearing it, because it naturally was hilarious the first time around.
Sample One:
Once, when I was dressed up as Cha!Cha! the tree frog (working at Rainforest Cafe during high school), I socked a junior high kid and screamed, "I'm gonna fucking call security!" at him as he and his hoodlum friends ran away after having spun me around as I stood greeting guests at the front of the store (I couldn't chase after them, for my feet were too big, even though I only had three toes), thus forcing me to break the rules that giant, bipedalling animal characters do not assault people, nor do they speak- ever.
Labels: anecdote, animals, assault, business cards, frogs, kids, Rainforest Cafe, regular people, rules, speaking, working
[Lauree Frances Keith concluded this diatribe at 7:37 PM]