"I'm sorry, but I don't think these lanyards will hold up your tin foil skirt. But if you wanna try, go for it."
The hats are multiplying.
This concert goer kept pointing at me and yelling "It's a you, Mario!" That's not my name. Can't a guy wear a festive mustache and eat copious mushrooms without being stereotyped?
"Did I leave the stove on? No, of course not. I only have a hotplate. Silly me."
"Are you supposed to splice together cables with chewing gum? I mean, you're the experts."
The lineup.
Everyone wants to be photographed in front of a sign that proves they were in a specific location at a specific time. Alibis are important.
With each tug of the strip, the ear would pop up. We were both easily amused.
"Hold your hands out like this. We're playing slap hands to see if you win a hat."
Rugrats temp tattoos!
"Hold very still. This face glitter won't hurt one bit."
"What? I didn't think that until you just tried to reassure me. What's in that stuff?"
"I'm sorry, but I can't actually paint your eyeball. That's unethical. And gross."
When you can get face paint to match your outfit AND your lipstick, go for it.
The waiver signing, removing your shoes and hot anticipation line.