08-28-2009, 07:22 PM
Today is payday at work, which means some people stopping by to pick up their checks have their children with them. One particular incident a few minutes ago
is making me twitch and shudder and hide under my desk.
I'm scared.
One of these kids was an adorable (hah!) little girl, with dark brown hair, maybe, say, 9? 11 tops. Definitely pre-teen. She caught my attention because she
was meowing.
"Meow? Meow! Meowmeowmeow..."
Then I notice she's wearing fake cat ears -- one of those Halloween plastic hairband things with cat ears on them. Strange, but, ok
Then the facilities guy asks her dad what her name is.
"Oh, this is Samantha, but she prefers to be called Sammy."
O_O;;
--sofaspud
--"Listening to your kid is the audio equivalent of a Salvador Dali painting, Spud." --OpMegs
is making me twitch and shudder and hide under my desk.
I'm scared.
One of these kids was an adorable (hah!) little girl, with dark brown hair, maybe, say, 9? 11 tops. Definitely pre-teen. She caught my attention because she
was meowing.
"Meow? Meow! Meowmeowmeow..."
Then I notice she's wearing fake cat ears -- one of those Halloween plastic hairband things with cat ears on them. Strange, but, ok
Then the facilities guy asks her dad what her name is.
"Oh, this is Samantha, but she prefers to be called Sammy."
O_O;;
--sofaspud
--"Listening to your kid is the audio equivalent of a Salvador Dali painting, Spud." --OpMegs