Killer story from renaissance faire

[RebeccaOTool]

-_-; Major suckage...But I must remember to pass that biting thing onto the local wench guild.

[Jester]

Dude. It's got a picture. A good one too.

Dude. I said pictureS. She did, after all, mention that MANY women dress up like this.

So I'm greedy. Sue me.

[Kyree]

I woulda kicked that man in the groin if he did that.

Queenbb, Aweeeeesome costume! I havea gypsy one that I just got last summer that I wear to the fair. Ren Fair rocks! :P

[queenbb]

i try not to take pics of actual people, there are some that dont like their pics posted on the net, although i do have some video of the gypsy guild teaching a kid how to dance http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oMLaOz4XdKQ if you go to my profile you can see other videos i took of the fighting and a guild of pirates singing.

[XCashier]

So i get there... and as I'm ducking down, whispering "M'lord and ladies! Tuck yourselves in close! Lord knows what the masters will do!!", someone's groping me. and it's not an accidental brush grope. It's a count-to-twenty, squishy grope.

...The guy who groped me--as i found out later, as i was serving water, and we passed, was my ex-best-friend's father.

So, the creep knew who you were, and groped you anyway?! The gropage was bad enough, but that...I'm so glad you bit him. Too bad you didn't draw blood or tear off a digit.

Reminds me of the stories I've heard about Disneyland employees who play Snow White or other princesses, getting grabbed and fondled by the "guests". Bastards like that need a good solid kick in the joy department and tossed out of the park.

[earl colby pottinger]

Culture Shock

I'll never understand Americans.

You do realize you just gave him a massive dose of culture shock? It is little things like this why I get upset with Europeans who talk as if they understand how Americans think.

I guess it gets my goat because I am a British born/Jamaican raised/American educated/Canadian who think people who think they understand an entire culture spanning an entire continent from a little TV or Newspaper write-ups to be fooling themselves.

PS. With that dagger on you and you still get problems, boy are they focused on one thing.

[tropicsgoddess]

That man was lucky that he only got a bite on his arm, but with that behavior his ass (and nuts) had vacancies and some feet were looking to fill them (Thank you That 70's Show).

[queenbb]

yah they are, nothing i havent handled before.

i think i did culture shock him a bit, i guess i tend to do that, i seem to know an unusual amount of people from other countries. they tend to ask me alot of questions, i guess because i will actually answer their questions with out makeing them confused, makeing them feel wierd about asking the questions, and not laughing at them too much when they ask what the difference between onething is when it sounds like something else.

one of my co workers asks me alot of questions, hes russian, word confusion is his issue, although he does think that i am his thesarus for some reason

my fave with him was,

aw man we are screwed now.

what do you mean screwed, i thought that is when you put a screw in with a screw driver, you are screwing in the screw.

yah, thats what it means but in slang terms it also means that we are in trouble, think of it this way, when you screw 2 boards together they are stuck right

yah

ok then if a situation screws us its the same thing

oh ok, thanks (walks away alittle less confused, me thankful that he didnt ask me about the whole screwing in terms of sex lol)

[TryNotToBeThatOne]

<snip>
i keep my bodice daggar (pulls it out)

Great outfit. Your bodice dagger is much larger than mine (but you have more 'scabbard' than I do). But mine does have a couple nice little iron leaves on the end of the hilt, to decorate my coin slot. I'm sorry to hear that your bodice doesn't fit anymore and hope that the weight loss was a positive thing & not illness.

Poor guy. I would have given him the approximate years of the Renaissance plus a brief example of social & philosophical changes during that time. But then I'm a little pedantic sometimes.

<snip> It's a count-to-twenty, squishy grope.

we're trained in this--girls have gotten stalked before. So I bite down so hard on his arm that i leave an imprint, and then move to behind a friend of mine attending the dinner.

It's bad enough to get groped, but from someone-you-know's father? That adds a whole new level of yuck.

It's a real pity that you didn't draw blood or at least break the skin, from the 'teach a lesson' aspect. But for your health, it's better that you didn't.

Do you wear boots or slipper-y shoes? If your footwear has any kind of heel, a quick stomp to the instep also works wonders.

[Emrld]

As you can see from my signature I happen to be another one of those people that participate in Renn Fair . . .
It is true that all walks of life all genders attend these fairs. (and honestly I get just as much oggling from females -of all types of lifestyles- as I do from Males)
I can't remember as an attendee ever being touched by someone in an innappropriate manner. I do know that one of our favorite things is to count how many drunk's trip over tree trunks while distracted by the view walking past- not fall down trip but stumble trip.
It may be different that you were on staff . . .or even that this person knew who you were . . .no telling what his thought process was. I agree that he was out of line and deserved to have something happen to him. Not sure that bitting was the best course of action - puts you at a health risk. Stomping on a foot right at the arch, kicking at the shin . . .calling in somone from security . . .all are good choices.

Just my 2cents . . . and for Jester's benefit . . .

[RecoveringKinkoid]

Nice garb!

I keep a dagger in my coin slot, too, but mine is sticking out so you can see it. I figure it will give people something to think about while they are enjoying the view.

Here's a nice tactic for gropers: Grab the offending hand, raise it over your head, and yell out, as loud as you can, "Anyone lose a hand? I found this one on my ass!"

'Course, the biting was nice, too. And probably gave him a nice mark to contemplate later.

[Becks]

I would've bit him so hard the marks would be permanent.




And where can I get a nice bodice dagger? I think I might need one.

[Sharsarannon]

Nice garb!

I keep a dagger in my coin slot, too, but mine is sticking out so you can see it. I figure it will give people something to think about while they are enjoying the view.

I don't ever really wear anything that exposes what I do not want people to oggle. My garb usually consists of tunic, trews, boots, some form of armor, and weapons. I hang with the SCA and attend many renfaires, and I prefer a more... uh, extreme tactic when dealing with pervy people who do more than appreciate.

I wear and use a longsword. Three and a half feet of steel, which is still intimidating if blunted. Simply wearing one properly changes the way you walk.
When someone gets too frisky or makes an overly inappropriate comment, my right hand has this habit of straying to the hilt of my sword... That and a meaningful look has never failed to put an abrupt halt to things.

[RecoveringKinkoid]

Oh, I feel the same. If I don't want 'em looked at, they wouldn't be on display. And mind, I am not going to get irritated if I catch someone looking. Frankly, it's a nice view. However, I WILL get irritated if someone gets out of line or innappropriate or disrespectful.

Sometimes I wear a rapier, but not usually. And anyway, if things were to ever get ugly, it wouldn't be the blade that was in plain view that the perp would have to worry about, if you follow me.

[Flood]

I'm sure it's just an urban legend as it was told to me in a 'friend of a friend' manner, but my favorite renfaire story goes as follows:

Back in the day*, there was a Renaissance Faire just outside Oakland. After a long day of mock swordfighting in real armor with real** weapons, one of the slightly inebriated knights decided to call it a night and go home. As he lived only a few blocks away, he decided to walk home. Rather than go through the hassle of dismantling his breastplate and taking off his chain mail and having to carry everything, he opted to simply wear a trench coat, giving him the appearance of a rather portly fellow.

Somewhere between the Faire and his Home, some young ruffian attempted to mug said Knight.

At knifepoint.

With an itty-bitty*** switchblade.

When he laughed at his would be mugger, as drunken knights are prone to do, his would be assailant stabbed him. Right in the armor.

Our Knight, now somewhat less amused decided at that point to draw his sword. The hooligan high tailed it out of there faster than you could say everybody's favorite "Crocodile Dundee" quote.


*late 80's, early 90's
**ish
***probably 3-4 inches or some metric equivalent.