Carnival Prizes
I went along with my Sister and her Husband for a trip to the fabled "Glen Burnie Carnival" in Glen Burnie, Maryland, just outside of Baltimore. They were taking their daughters, aged 6, 10 and 12.

They had a few games where every kid was a winner, every time. (political correctness gone crazy) So this one game was a ring of water where the child reached in and removed a duck...underneath the duck was a number and that number corresponded to a prize.

Joy.

My Niece, Halley had her go and won (insert trumpet fanfare here) an absolute crap stress ball with a management training company's crap marketing message on it, in the shape of a brain.

I was literally standing there, mouth open in utter shock. Someone, in their preparation for the Carnival decided: lets contact a company that makes crap marketing stress balls and see if they have any old crap they want to donate.

Bastards.

What the hell is a 6 year old going to do with a stress ball?! She is six! Her idea of stress is a heavy load of homework on spelling: CAT, DOG, CRANBERRY and TWUNT.

Said niece then asked me for a dollar and ran off to the musical ice-cream van. How we laughed. Until the little cow got served! Apparently, you're all lying. Bastards!

Sic Semper Tyrannis!
( Citadel Because the world needs less morons, Mon 8 Aug 2005, 15:34, Reply)