I was temping at a place and we had all sorts of strange employees. One day on break me and some of the other temps were out smoking and noticed one of the newer guys with no shoes on standing in knee deep water in the runoff ditch surrounding the building, holding something in his hand just over the water.
Me: What are you doing?
Temp: Catching frogs.
Me: With what?
Me: Is it working?
Temp: Not yet.
We all went back inside because break was over. He never came back in after break and didnt report to work the next day either. I assume he caught his frog.
(The Hunger Games: Catching Fire has just released. Because of this, we’ve gotten so many teenage kids coming to see it. My coworker and I both don’t really like middle schoolers, but I get over it for work. Also, kids 12 and under are cheaper than 13 and up, which are considered adults.)
Me: How old are you?
Coworker: I’m so sorry.
Kid and Me: …
Coworker: 13 was awful. I mean, it was the worst time of my life. Seriously, I’m so glad I’m not 13 anymore. They tell you things will be awesome, but really it just really sucks. It was awful.
Me:….Okay, $2.50’s your change.
Coworker: Sorry for your age!
(I am a five year old girl picking out books to borrow, my dad is quite close and is getting his own books, at some point I wander off and bump into someone and drop my books, the man I bumped into looks like a scary biker, but what he does surprises me.
Biker: *bends down to be level with me* “Hey, are you alright little one?”
Me: “Um, Um, sorry”
Biker: “Where’s you mommy and daddy?”
Me: “Mommy is home and I don’t know where daddy is, I wandered off” The biker helps me carry my books and tries to find my dad.
Dad: “(Name), there you are!” My dad runs up and hugs me.
Me: *giggles* “It’s okay daddy, the nice man helped me!” The biker gives my dad the books.
Biker: “You’ve got a real genius on your hands, I bet that when she grows up, she could be anything she wants” I smile about this.
Me: “So, so I could be a story writer, or a teacher?!”
Biker: “If that’s what you want to be”
(about twenty years later I became a teacher, one day when my class is having a parent visitation day I recognise a certain parent, the biker I had met as a child)
Enschede, the Netherlands
(in response to ‘busting with happiness’)
There’s one bus driver in my city that makes your day when you’re on his bus.
Driver: *loudly and cheerfully over the microphone, while playing music in th bus* Hello everyone! Today we’re going to go to lovely Oldenzaal! I hope you have a lovely ride! *blasts eye of the tiger as he drives away*
We walk up to the bus at night, and all the lights are dimmed. The bus driver explains why as he drives away.
Bus driver over the microphone: Welcome to this bus! We will be driving to Enschede today, and I will put on some relaxing music for you! Sit back, relax and eeeeenjoy your ride! *soft, relaxing music playing through the bus*