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30.6.06

Of Deer and Dog

The people that come to my work are completely neurotic. Well, I'm sure my job attracts a more mild crowd than a VP posiition, but I have my moments.

Yesterday, the family came that I nicknamed 'Heads of the Psycos.' Okay, the little 5 year old girl, Casandra, comes skipping in with that creepy smirk on her face, cheapo plastic sunglasses, and an old lady visor. I can just picture her creepy little eyes under the white and pink framed glasses. I try to keep my mind on happier things. She runs up to me and says 'I want a refund!' I said, 'What do you need a refund for?'

'I want a refund!'

'What for!?'

'For fun!'

BAH! So then, she gets her little friend of the same age to join in on the 'harrass the pool supervisor' fun. So I sit there while they both scream at me for a refund, and I wonder why. I figure it's probably because the girl's father is a very demanding man, and has probably screamed that he wanted a refund to many store clerks and managers. I wake from my daze of picturing the father yelling at shop managers to find the little girls still yelling at me for a refund. The father is standing in the pool laughing at them... well, probably he was laughing at me.

They finally stopped once I smirked at them. I didn't smirk because they were funny. I smirked because I pictured myself stealing the litle girl's sun glasses and breaking the cheap frame right in half. God, the little monsters.

The littlest of the family is always trying to swim around the pool. She always does this creepy blinking thing like she just went blind, and communicates by screaming.

The father pissed me off once when he started doing my job.

The mother... oh my, the mother. She just sits there and tries really hard to be social with the neighbors. The only thing is, she always talks about herself. I have never heard he talk about anyone other than her own perfect self. I basically know her life story now. I know that she will never get another dog because of a bad experience that she had with her favorite dog. I also know that she saw a deer two nights ago (I heard this one twice).

Wow, psycos.

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