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Unfair!
December 5, 2007
My mom tricked me into catering a downtown function earlier this evening. I went out to the new Forever 21 that just opened up at my mall and purchased a black skirt, black tights, and a black headband to wear with my black heels and my mother’s black shirt. That’s about as festive as it gets.
Upon arriving, I was given a tray of spicy chicken puffs and sent out into the main gallery to smile and distribute. However, as this was a public place, there were some regular folk wandering around who weren’t exactly invited to the “party.” I was told I was to only give savory hors d’oeuvre to those carrying purple paper bags, which signified that they were guests at this event.
The result was what I imagine it would be like if someone were to dress up a jolly old man in a red suit, give him a buttload of colorful toys, send him into a preschool, and tell him to only acknowledge the kids wearing green.
And even I had trouble being that wicked.
December 5th, 2007 at 9:42 pm
Well that sounds shitty.
December 5th, 2007 at 10:14 pm
That’s kinda funny. Mom’s are tricksey, i think there is a class they take before we become teenagers.
coniving 101
December 5th, 2007 at 10:14 pm
Your mother has some ’splaining to do.
December 5th, 2007 at 10:46 pm
GASP!
You can’t deny an adult a savory snack! It’s unAmerican!
December 5th, 2007 at 11:07 pm
OH. i could NOT do that. i hate turning people down, in fact it is a problem! man oh man. i would feel so awful! haha good job for making it thru!
December 6th, 2007 at 1:21 am
I agree with Lisa.
December 6th, 2007 at 1:50 am
I echo…Moms can be tricksy…and it’s so hard to turn down people…but looks like you made it through…cheers! :D
December 6th, 2007 at 6:28 am
But if they’re at the mall, they’re fighting terrorism — don’t they DESERVE a spicy chicken puff?
December 6th, 2007 at 10:47 am
It’s a wonder you came out alive. A room full of adults with a tray of food floating is a sure way of starting a riot. It’s just like when they put out a new tray of cinnamon rolls at Cici’s. Everybody runs like Forrest and really doesn’t care who gets hurt in the melee.
December 6th, 2007 at 11:29 am
I’d love to hear an example of a turn-down conversation!
December 6th, 2007 at 12:09 pm
Frank - It was less of a conversation and more of me running away before they got a word in.
December 6th, 2007 at 3:03 pm
I’d probably run away with the tray from the non-carrying-purple-paper-bag people, and then trip!
December 6th, 2007 at 10:27 pm
I think, to make the non-chicken puff eating populace feel better, I would have told them that everything on the tray had fallen on the floor.
That way, they will be less angry with you, and you get to feel the rush of lying to someone’s face. Everybody wins.
December 6th, 2007 at 10:35 pm
FOREVER 21! I have to drive 35 minutes to shop there.
December 6th, 2007 at 10:44 pm
I’m with Laura - I can’t turn people down, either. What a miserable event!
December 7th, 2007 at 1:01 am
Why didn’t they just make it a closed event? I think that thing was planned by a bunch of Scrooges.
December 8th, 2007 at 2:23 pm
That’s what the Nazi’s did. Not that your mom is a Nazi or anything, but….
I’m just kidding btw, please don’t think I think your mom’s a nazi.
December 8th, 2007 at 5:58 pm
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Hope you find the time… ;)
December 10th, 2007 at 12:06 am
If this one hilarious and akward situation is any indication of the rest of your life, we could be great friends.
December 12th, 2007 at 1:05 am
Oh, that is just MEAN. And by “that,” I mean the fact that someone forced you to do that!!!
Gah!