#99
Yesterday, I sprinted into Party City. I ran up to the counter, where the employees were busy pumping air into Spongebob and Hello Kitty balloons, then told the young girl behind the counter, “I want to write a message, tie it to a balloon, and release it into the air. Can I please have #36, the smiley face balloon? It’s urgent!” She stared down at me, said, “We don’t sell to lunatics peasant,” then looked to the next customer in line and shouted, “Next!” I was appalled.
That’s not exactly what took place, but I like to imagine that’s what happened. Actually, after I walked into the party store, looked around for a bit and then went up to the counter. “Excuse me?” I asked the girl working there, “Do you think I could have balloon #36 please?” She looked at me as if I had just asked her…
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