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<blockquote data-quote="Marguerite" data-source="post: 196963" data-attributes="member: 1991"><p>The gypsy story sounds a lot like a clown party easy child 2/difficult child 2 did a few years ago. I was only supposed to drive her there, it was a low-budget job. The client was supposed to go through the boss but had somehow bullied him into giving her our phone number. She rang to talk to easy child 2/difficult child 2 (who thankfully per her on speakerphone) as she gave us a list of what she expected - Pass the Parcel with a toy in every layer (one for each kiddie - there would be 20 kids), egg and spoon race, tug of war, a huge list of games, all of which involved consumables, sweets, toys - none of which she had paid for, she was only on the lowest budget of all, with the "entertainment only" option.</p><p>The boss was resigned - "Oh, crikey, that awful woman - just give her what she wants, I'll never take a booking from her again. You'll find Mick out there too with his jumping castle - she's had her hooks into him this morning too, bargaining him down."</p><p>So he let us assemble a large Pass the Parcel, stuffed the pockets of her clown suit with spare toys, easy child 2/difficult child 2 went off to buy a dozen eggs and plastic spoons for the egg and spoon race - and we were off. I'd grabbed a climber's rope from our garage, so we were set.</p><p></p><p>easy child 2/difficult child 2 is inventing and capable, but when we got there I got cold shivers - the "kids" were ranging in age from a baby (whose birthday it was) to mostly mid-teens and older, lecherously aware that inside the clown suit was a very attractive and seemingly very young and vulnerable female. Without being racist, the cultural background, shall we say, did not appear to be respectful of women. Certainly not of women from outside their own ethnic group.</p><p></p><p>So I stayed. Because I'd been woring all morning with easy child 2/difficult child 2 on a fairground stall, I was already wearing clown-ish clothes so they got two clowns for the price of one. And those kids - horrible! The teen boys were the worst. They would attack the younger kids and take their toys off them, then come to us and demand more. The egg and spoon race had to be stopped because these boys stole the eggs from the younger kids ("Gimme that or I'll belt yer!") and I don't know what they were doing with them, but I suspect hoarding them was the start. They probably ended the day thrown at someone's car.</p><p></p><p>So easy child 2/difficult child 2 invented some other games. The tug of war was good - it wore these boys out, made them have to prove their manhood. easy child 2/difficult child 2 used the rope to make up other games such as tightrope walking (the rope was the 'tightrope' but flat on the ground). Between us we kept those kids busy. I was very glad I had stayed - some of the older men, fathers to these kids, were doing more than just watching. easy child 2/difficult child 2 reported the improper suggestions being made, and because I was there I made it clear that she was a good girl who was off limits. Maybe they thought that a girl who does this sort of job is fair game, available for hire for ANYTHING. </p><p></p><p>What really burned me up - the woman who had booked the party was, all this time, ringing the boss on her mobile phone complaining that easy child 2/difficult child 2 was doing a lousy job. She bullied the boss out of the fee. The boss paid easy child 2/difficult child 2 but I know he never got paid. I don't think she knew that I knew - when the kids were called over to the marquee for birthday cake, we were invited to have some too. I took off my garish clown short and with a plain shirt underneath I was able to quietly sit and listen, and I heard this horrible women bragging to her friends about how much money she had saved, how much she had got for free. For her it was all a game, to impress the other women there with what a good provider she was to save so much of her husband's money (that was how she described it - her husband's money that she was saving. A good little wife, publicly thrifty, while arranging for every luxury she could get).</p><p>I had managed to have a quiet word to Mick on the jumping castle - he was packing up and couldn't get out of there fast enough. He told me his adventures - she had been complaining that he had taken too long to set up, that the castle hadn't been bouncy enough, that the kids hadn't used it as much as she'd hoped (not his fault) - he had in fact got there early to set up, had given her the allotted time and more - she insisted on another half hour even though he had already given her the allotted time and more, for half the fee.</p><p></p><p>I heard later that she eventually paid him with a dud cheque.</p><p></p><p>Marg</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Marguerite, post: 196963, member: 1991"] The gypsy story sounds a lot like a clown party easy child 2/difficult child 2 did a few years ago. I was only supposed to drive her there, it was a low-budget job. The client was supposed to go through the boss but had somehow bullied him into giving her our phone number. She rang to talk to easy child 2/difficult child 2 (who thankfully per her on speakerphone) as she gave us a list of what she expected - Pass the Parcel with a toy in every layer (one for each kiddie - there would be 20 kids), egg and spoon race, tug of war, a huge list of games, all of which involved consumables, sweets, toys - none of which she had paid for, she was only on the lowest budget of all, with the "entertainment only" option. The boss was resigned - "Oh, crikey, that awful woman - just give her what she wants, I'll never take a booking from her again. You'll find Mick out there too with his jumping castle - she's had her hooks into him this morning too, bargaining him down." So he let us assemble a large Pass the Parcel, stuffed the pockets of her clown suit with spare toys, easy child 2/difficult child 2 went off to buy a dozen eggs and plastic spoons for the egg and spoon race - and we were off. I'd grabbed a climber's rope from our garage, so we were set. easy child 2/difficult child 2 is inventing and capable, but when we got there I got cold shivers - the "kids" were ranging in age from a baby (whose birthday it was) to mostly mid-teens and older, lecherously aware that inside the clown suit was a very attractive and seemingly very young and vulnerable female. Without being racist, the cultural background, shall we say, did not appear to be respectful of women. Certainly not of women from outside their own ethnic group. So I stayed. Because I'd been woring all morning with easy child 2/difficult child 2 on a fairground stall, I was already wearing clown-ish clothes so they got two clowns for the price of one. And those kids - horrible! The teen boys were the worst. They would attack the younger kids and take their toys off them, then come to us and demand more. The egg and spoon race had to be stopped because these boys stole the eggs from the younger kids ("Gimme that or I'll belt yer!") and I don't know what they were doing with them, but I suspect hoarding them was the start. They probably ended the day thrown at someone's car. So easy child 2/difficult child 2 invented some other games. The tug of war was good - it wore these boys out, made them have to prove their manhood. easy child 2/difficult child 2 used the rope to make up other games such as tightrope walking (the rope was the 'tightrope' but flat on the ground). Between us we kept those kids busy. I was very glad I had stayed - some of the older men, fathers to these kids, were doing more than just watching. easy child 2/difficult child 2 reported the improper suggestions being made, and because I was there I made it clear that she was a good girl who was off limits. Maybe they thought that a girl who does this sort of job is fair game, available for hire for ANYTHING. What really burned me up - the woman who had booked the party was, all this time, ringing the boss on her mobile phone complaining that easy child 2/difficult child 2 was doing a lousy job. She bullied the boss out of the fee. The boss paid easy child 2/difficult child 2 but I know he never got paid. I don't think she knew that I knew - when the kids were called over to the marquee for birthday cake, we were invited to have some too. I took off my garish clown short and with a plain shirt underneath I was able to quietly sit and listen, and I heard this horrible women bragging to her friends about how much money she had saved, how much she had got for free. For her it was all a game, to impress the other women there with what a good provider she was to save so much of her husband's money (that was how she described it - her husband's money that she was saving. A good little wife, publicly thrifty, while arranging for every luxury she could get). I had managed to have a quiet word to Mick on the jumping castle - he was packing up and couldn't get out of there fast enough. He told me his adventures - she had been complaining that he had taken too long to set up, that the castle hadn't been bouncy enough, that the kids hadn't used it as much as she'd hoped (not his fault) - he had in fact got there early to set up, had given her the allotted time and more - she insisted on another half hour even though he had already given her the allotted time and more, for half the fee. I heard later that she eventually paid him with a dud cheque. Marg [/QUOTE]
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