This is what happened when Robin put Monique and I in charge of the staff craft fair. There was freaksha, loud and raucous erratic chant, toys, divination readings from bean cards, candy, journeys to your dirty place to find your "poo-er animal," and basically lots and lots of noise and yelling. People were traumatized. You could see the realization dawning, as they got within three feet of the table, that whatever they were about to experience was not at all worth the candy.
We managed to alienate not only the staff who we were supposed to be appreciating, but our fellow facilitators; it was around the time that I broke a guitar string from overly-erratic chant that we overheard the poor lone maintenance man stationed at the booth next to us muttering about the "crazy gypsies," and realized that we had earned ourselves another arch-nemesis.
It is all cheese!
No comments:
Post a Comment