My husband and I met while working ren-faires.
If I remember correctly, if you had a patron that would not stop bothering you and started to get out of hand you were instructed to yell out "Help, I'm being bothered by this Spaniard!" and that was the code for folks to come to the rescue.
We worked an archery booth, though, so not a lot of guys would try to get hands-on. The funny part was the fellows who wanted to impress and couldn't hit the broad side of a barn. Especially funny was when the girl they were trying to impress shot better than them. Even funnier was where she sometimes continually hit on the painted human targets.
The really stupid and obnoxious ones were the ones who would step over the ropes and try to sit/picnic/rest behind the range. If they didn't move when asked, we started shooting arrows over their heads (not anywhere near them, but well beyond where they were sitting) "You see how far that arrow went? Not everybody can shoot that far". Only once did I have to full-on channel my mother. I was halfway to them, telling them that they had better MOVE YOUR BUTTS BEFORE I MOVE THEM FOR YOU before they scooted out of there.
Sigh. I miss Faire, sometimes.
If I remember correctly, if you had a patron that would not stop bothering you and started to get out of hand you were instructed to yell out "Help, I'm being bothered by this Spaniard!" and that was the code for folks to come to the rescue.
We worked an archery booth, though, so not a lot of guys would try to get hands-on. The funny part was the fellows who wanted to impress and couldn't hit the broad side of a barn. Especially funny was when the girl they were trying to impress shot better than them. Even funnier was where she sometimes continually hit on the painted human targets.
The really stupid and obnoxious ones were the ones who would step over the ropes and try to sit/picnic/rest behind the range. If they didn't move when asked, we started shooting arrows over their heads (not anywhere near them, but well beyond where they were sitting) "You see how far that arrow went? Not everybody can shoot that far". Only once did I have to full-on channel my mother. I was halfway to them, telling them that they had better MOVE YOUR BUTTS BEFORE I MOVE THEM FOR YOU before they scooted out of there.
Sigh. I miss Faire, sometimes.
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