The little things.
Sunday 5 August 2007
We get all-sorts at my place and if there's one thing I've got out of it all, it's the experience of interacting with a lot of different people, many of whom I'd rarely cross paths with in 'the real world' (whatever that is.) Granted, most of them are 'salt of the Earth' types, but even that pigeonhole is a surprisingly rich one.
Saturday is now the big 'check-in' day and the park was fucking packed, pretty much from the start. As I've said before, you do your best to remember faces because, after a day or two, people like to think you've noticed them, and won't bother asking for a pass, happily waving them through instead. The truth, however, is that unless they've done something to be noticed, you probably won't remember. This pisses some people off, others just accept it.
Some folk, however, don't have to do anything. They just have to be unique enough to be instantly memorable. A fine example tonight was a family made up entirely of dwarves. And by 'dwarves', I mean really little, little people. They were perfectly nice but, well, they were tiny. And the bit that made them really stand-out - ironically - was their little disabled cars.
Now, disabled people need disabled cars. They're those big, fuck-off things that weigh about a ton and go 'BEEP BEEP BEEP' in a really irritating way when they reverse. Little people need little disabled cars, that look like they weigh about the same as ten bags of sugar and probably squeak or some shit when going backwards. These cars were tiny. And they all had them. And, so, when they zipped up to the gates, asked a question, and then went away again, it was like a scene out of Super Mario Kart. I mean, I'm half-tempted to turn up at work tomorrow with a radio control and see if I can maneuver some of them around the park.
Okay, this isn't very PC, but fuck that shit. Some things are just funny. It's nobody's fault, and I'm not enough of a fucking bastard to openly mock people to their faces, but I challenge anybody with a reasonable sense of humour to not get some enjoyment out of little guys whizzing around on little cars. That's good shit. Not as funny as this, but not much is.
posted by Sheamus @ 3:30 am
