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Still standing outside but this time I'm more into the evening hours, which gets the crazy people. The other day I was totally rockin' it because I forgot my uber socks and my feet were getting cold. So I was jumping all over the place and really breakin' it down.
Here's the best part of the day:
"Do they pay you for this?"
No...no they don't. I just walk into their office, grab the suit, put it on, and then walk out and stay on the side walk to dance for three hours gaining absolutely nothing but free hot chocolate. I do this for my HEALTH.
How Many Times Do You Have to Do This?
I don't get it. How many times do people have to lean out the window (this one kid had his whole upper body out the window) and yell things? You'd think it would have gotten around that Liberty doesn't react when you yell things at her. None of us do. None of us can hear you. There are at least six different Liberties at ONE location and absolutely NONE of us react when you yell out the window. The only things we hear through our music is horns honking and the occasional scream.
Don't make me Pepper Spray you.
There are a few people in town who make me feel like I need to be carrying pepper spray. One guy all he does is stare at us and he's missing teeth and everything, he just walks by and sometimes he stops like he's going to talk and sometimes when he DOES talk it's all jumbled and doesn't make sense but you can kinda make out "Girlies girlies girlies" sometimes.
Another guy is really sweet but when he's angry he'll stop and scream about stuff to you (not at you, but like he's trying to complain to you and you can't understand him) and he just makes me feel like I'm stuck in some strange movie where they're all speaking a different language.
There's a woman with a pretty interesting looking mullet who stops by and tells me all about the episodes of CSI Miami she just bought for a discount and how much she loves the show. She doesn't seem to remember that she already told me before. This is the woman who likes to walk out in the middle of the road when it's not time for her to walk and she almost gets hit every time.
Patience Is a Virtue
When you hit the Walk button you have to wait for a certain end of a certain cycle of cars for it to turn to the little walking man. Some people don't understand this and continue to slam their hand into the button until it suddenly "works" and they can cross.
Stop. Hitting. The. Button. It worked the first time you hit it, it just has to wait until the end of a cycle the way it's programmed. Just because LAST TIME you hit it and it immediately turned doesn't mean anything, that just means it was at the right point in the cycle to turn. I've tried explaining this to people. They will hear none of it. They just stand there like idiots pushing the button over and over and over and over and it makes the most obnoxious metal on metal sound I've ever heard and CAN HEAR OVER MY MUSIC BECAUSE YOU'RE RIGHT THE HECK NEXT TO ME.
Out of Costume
"Hey, Gaki, did I see you gyrating on a street corner the other day?" (My History Prof)
"You're that Liberty Lady, I love you."
"Hey...have we met?"
"I can't believe you can do that job, isn't it degrading?" (My response: "I can't believe you can have that face, isn't it embarrassing?")
"I honk at you every time."
Too Windy
At one point my boss messaged me and told me not to come in because it was too windy. I didn't get the message. Neither did my CW who also showed up. Since we were already there we went outside for all of the two hours we were supposed to be there and I counted TWELVE separate incidents where my head piece flew off and there were GIANT pieces of fiberglass blowing around in the street. I dunno where the fiberglass came from but it was rather entertaining as we kept running away from it when it blew past.
Unrelated
Side note. I didn't experience this one but my boss was telling me about it. One of the days I was off there was a guy who was running bare ass naked down the street carrying some sort of gardening tool or equipment. I forget what she said it was, it was either a rake, a crowbar, or something scarier. She said he was just running down the middle of the main drag with nothing on. I tell you what though...this town. I swear the Townies are crazier than the college students. That's what I say anyways.
Here's the best part of the day:
"Do they pay you for this?"
No...no they don't. I just walk into their office, grab the suit, put it on, and then walk out and stay on the side walk to dance for three hours gaining absolutely nothing but free hot chocolate. I do this for my HEALTH.
How Many Times Do You Have to Do This?
I don't get it. How many times do people have to lean out the window (this one kid had his whole upper body out the window) and yell things? You'd think it would have gotten around that Liberty doesn't react when you yell things at her. None of us do. None of us can hear you. There are at least six different Liberties at ONE location and absolutely NONE of us react when you yell out the window. The only things we hear through our music is horns honking and the occasional scream.
Don't make me Pepper Spray you.
There are a few people in town who make me feel like I need to be carrying pepper spray. One guy all he does is stare at us and he's missing teeth and everything, he just walks by and sometimes he stops like he's going to talk and sometimes when he DOES talk it's all jumbled and doesn't make sense but you can kinda make out "Girlies girlies girlies" sometimes.
Another guy is really sweet but when he's angry he'll stop and scream about stuff to you (not at you, but like he's trying to complain to you and you can't understand him) and he just makes me feel like I'm stuck in some strange movie where they're all speaking a different language.
There's a woman with a pretty interesting looking mullet who stops by and tells me all about the episodes of CSI Miami she just bought for a discount and how much she loves the show. She doesn't seem to remember that she already told me before. This is the woman who likes to walk out in the middle of the road when it's not time for her to walk and she almost gets hit every time.
Patience Is a Virtue
When you hit the Walk button you have to wait for a certain end of a certain cycle of cars for it to turn to the little walking man. Some people don't understand this and continue to slam their hand into the button until it suddenly "works" and they can cross.
Stop. Hitting. The. Button. It worked the first time you hit it, it just has to wait until the end of a cycle the way it's programmed. Just because LAST TIME you hit it and it immediately turned doesn't mean anything, that just means it was at the right point in the cycle to turn. I've tried explaining this to people. They will hear none of it. They just stand there like idiots pushing the button over and over and over and over and it makes the most obnoxious metal on metal sound I've ever heard and CAN HEAR OVER MY MUSIC BECAUSE YOU'RE RIGHT THE HECK NEXT TO ME.
Out of Costume
"Hey, Gaki, did I see you gyrating on a street corner the other day?" (My History Prof)
"You're that Liberty Lady, I love you."
"Hey...have we met?"
"I can't believe you can do that job, isn't it degrading?" (My response: "I can't believe you can have that face, isn't it embarrassing?")
"I honk at you every time."
Too Windy
At one point my boss messaged me and told me not to come in because it was too windy. I didn't get the message. Neither did my CW who also showed up. Since we were already there we went outside for all of the two hours we were supposed to be there and I counted TWELVE separate incidents where my head piece flew off and there were GIANT pieces of fiberglass blowing around in the street. I dunno where the fiberglass came from but it was rather entertaining as we kept running away from it when it blew past.
Unrelated
Side note. I didn't experience this one but my boss was telling me about it. One of the days I was off there was a guy who was running bare ass naked down the street carrying some sort of gardening tool or equipment. I forget what she said it was, it was either a rake, a crowbar, or something scarier. She said he was just running down the middle of the main drag with nothing on. I tell you what though...this town. I swear the Townies are crazier than the college students. That's what I say anyways.
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