|
I was the Easter Bunny at the mall when I was in 7th grade. I can't say anything other than "It sucked." I had little babies' diapers leak on my lap, I had little kids poking me in the boobs asking "Are you a boy bunny or a girl bunny?!?!?!", and I even had one angry parent make my boss pull me into the dressing room to sew up the costume because the paw gloves were separate from the rest of the costume. She complained that "her kids would freak out if they saw skin underneath the fur and figured out that the easter bunny wasn't real"
If you don't want your kid to be scarred, lady, DON'T FRIGGIN LIE TO THEM!! AAHHH!
/disgrunted former easter bunny rant
__________________
Sex is not the answer. Sex is the question. Yes is the answer.
|