Would you like fries with that?

Rain spewed from the sky and coated the underpaid college dropout from Kentucky as she directed people's strollers to the stroller parking area. She could merely shake her head in amusement at the people who actually tried sneaking by her with their demonically made contraptions from hell. The rain coated her clear plastic trench coat that made her feel like a whacked out flasher. It was running off her hood and down her arms in little torrents of water. Lightning streaked the dark gray sky, making the clouds appear as if alive. People would stop next to her and inquire whether or not the show was still going on. Kendra would quietly stare back at the crowd funneling into the turnstiles and wondered why people always asked and stated the obvious. They reminded her of zombies. An army of bodies fighting for a spot in a 5,000 seat theater as if it were a scrap of meat and they were undead zombies. Then, to suddenly pass the time quicker and block out the chatter in her left ear from her radio, Kendra began to try and figure out what items around her would save her if these people suddenly turned on her violently. It wasn't until she was trying to figure out whether or not she could hot wire one of the stationary stunt cars set for display that Kendra realized she had lost another bit of her mind.
Yup, that was about how the beginning of the second show started. Craziness. I just find it weird that people really fight over bleachers in a huge stadium and...bleh. It was funny though because the rain soaked the people that were nasty about this and that to the cast members and their fellow guests. Unfortunately, I had this one guest who was just nasty in general. We had to cancel the second show due the lightning in the area and this gentleman was just so mean. He wanted a rain check and kept demanding to know what I was going to do about it. I noticed his son drop a mustard packet out of the corner of my eye as he was yelling at me. After offering to get my manager, he stomped on the packet squirting mustard on my pant leg and my NEW SNEAKER. When he asked me what I was going to do about that, I pushed my hood back and looked him in the eye and said,"Well sir...They've got ketchup over there at the Backlot Express. Have a magical day." Hahahaha. I hate when people try to get one over on me. They don't realize I am two steps ahead of them, actually I'm just blessed with a sometimes quick wit and in general tend to be sarcastic. I wish I had reported him now, because security would have hopefully done something, but I didn't want to stoop to his level of being a whiny little baby crying because something didn't go my way. ...As for my sneaker, well he's lucky there just happened to be a cloth in the closet, because I might have flung a soggy pretzel at him, lol. Well, that's about all that happened today, now I'm just trying to finish some laundry and enjoy my day off tomorrow. G'night guys!