Saturday, December 8, 2012

Take on the Santa picture

There is no event which bring me less holiday cheer than  having your kid meet Santa for a picture.     Between the endless line, the makeshift living room and the grump behind the white beard the entire event just reeks of bad marketing.    Not only are there just way too many kids all of whom have to wait patiently stuffed into too tight a space but when you finally get up to meet the jolly fellow you realize he reeks of cigarettes, hookers and whiskey and the fat fuck couldn't be bothered to show your kid even the slightest bit of genuine attention cause he is too busy barking orders at the underlings in the tights 
You would think that in a rough economy  these 60 year overweight slobs whose entire resume is sitting around acting like a pervert would appreciate the work but they all seem like they're being asked to work in a Siberian Death camp.   I can't think of many other gigs where you can show up unshaven and the job description says you need a belly hanging over your pants while you take swigs of Jack from a reindeer shaped coffee mug




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