I miss you all dearly, but summer is going along quite well. I have devoted countless hours to the pool and movie theater, been to a Death Cab concert at Red Rocks, spent a lot of time with my friends, wasted a lot of time on the streets of Boulder, and gone on night hikes. But most prominently, I have devoted about 35 hours a week to the friendly neighborhood Chuck E. Cheese's, where I have now been employed on and off for four years.
You see a lot of things as an employee at the Cheese, and with close observation can learn a lot about life and the nature of humanity at this establishment. It really is a microcosm of American culture.
You see, once you've been at the Cheese for as long as I have *brushes off shoulders*, you become competent at every part of "making magic," as we in the biz call it: working the cash register, making cotton candy, hosting birthday parties, closing, making pizzas, and fixing games.
A couple of days ago, I was fixing Funky Monkey for a mother and her kid...a boy of, oh I'd say, about 4 years...
Mommy: Can you fix this game for us? We put a token in and nothing happened.
Me: Sure thing! I'm sorry about that ma'm. [I begin to push some buttons around and punch stuff until it works]
Kid: Mommy, why is a girl fixing the game? Girls can't fix games. Boys are supposed to fix things.
Then I sat the kid and his parents down and taught him many things about the capabilities of women.
Ok I didn't. But as I said, the Cheese is a miniature boxed-up display case of American culture--the familial relationships, the joys and the sorrows, the rampant consumerism and greed, and... the sexism.
So that's what I'm doing with my summer. Monetarily beneficial, fun, and educational!
Pends out.
2 comments:
That kid knows what's up.
Not gonna lie, his dad as taught one of the important lessons in American Culture. As Riles would say, "women don't count." Ha ha. Love you guys and I'll miss y'all when I venture off to Memphis.flqcrxpk
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