Third Weekend!

"You're a creepy little shit!" a huge guy dressed as a bloodied half
wolf said. I smiled. "Good to know I'm doing my job well," I replied to
my co-worker on our break.

You see, he was speaking of this particular technique I like to use. Sometimes some
smart ass in the crowd will say something like "oh baby" to
try and freak me out. HA. Silly, silly boys and girls. When this
happens, I usually stop whatever it is I'm doing and proceed to follow
you. I don't just walk behind you. I crouch down as if I'm ready to
pounce. Sometimes I skip. Sometimes I run. I make plenty of noise just
to make sure you know I'm there. And every time you turn around, I
smile the creepiest smile that gets bigger and creepier every time you
look.

Bottom line: you'll regret trying to scare me.

This weekend, I have perfected my niche. My favorite thing to do is
dance. Our zone has drums beating constantly in the background. So I
dance. Not just a regular dance. The kind of dance that leads people to
call me "retarded" and "crazy." After I distract them with that, then
BAM. I scare.

Highlights of the weekend:

Worst: The usual- getting called every profanity in the book, being
spit on, grabbed by drunk guys, tickled(?) by a drunk guy and all in
all having my patience tested beyond belief

Funniest:



Best: Having a dance-off with a fellow urchin. We both scared the crap out of a huge
group of people

Weirdest: When I was doing my dance, a guy yelled "It's her sex dance!"
Another guy sang, yes sang the word, "Masturbation" and did a robot
dance. I guess that's how he masturbates.