Gather round ye not-so-little children for an Easter tale unlike any other.
My place of business relies on families for the lions share of their revenue so naturally they try to cater to the rugrats whenever possible.
We’ve had interactive magic shows, build-a-bear workshops and even a clown to entertain the little maniacs while their parents wait over an hour for their car to arrive from Valet parking!
But one year we outdid ourselves with an Easter Bunny photo-op for the kids. Boy, did we ever outdo ourselves.
Some poor kid, actually the teenage son of one of our administrative personnel, found himself on the receiving end of some really spoiled karma and was forced to wear a cheap, stuffy off-white bunny costume and pose for shot after shot with a legion of spoiled, bratty knee-biters!
Well, after a little while the pressure of dealing with the horde combined the heat in that bunny suit from hell proved too much and the poor teenage schmuck found himself wishing his bunny suit had a mouth slit…
Do you see where this going? Or rather, where his breakfast went?
He threw up in the bunny suit. And some of it leaked out the front and down his little bunny chest.
But wait, it gets better.
Management made the poor bastard soldier on and return to work after only a brief “wiping off” period!
I don’t know how much Pukey the Bunny, as he was and will forever be known, was paid that day, but unless it included a bottle of champagne and a couple of hookers, it wasn’t enough.