Jul 10, 2015 17:04
So I'm on the phone trying to reserve a moon bounce for our upcoming Burgerfest. We're tired of the usual place we use. Last year their POS castle kept collapsing on top of the kids. So, I call one place and they say they're out of county, and I have to call their office in my county . . . so fine I do.
I get nice enough guy on the phone. I ask him for a moon bounce in two weeks. He's like sure, what character do you want on your bounce house? It's kind of annoying - they're all standard red, yellow and blue squares, but some cartoon character has to be on the front panel. I'm like waddaya got? He runs down the list and I say fine, Batman.
I ask him, so can adults get in this size moon bounce?
He confirms yes.
I ask how late can we rent a moon bounce until?
He tells me 8 pm is the latest.
He then tells me sorry, he's just found out the Batman moon bounce is damaged but they can have it ready in two weeks. I'm like naw, naw no big deal we can go with another cartoon. So I say what's the GIRLIEST thing you have to rent? I'm thinking the girly things will be less likely to be jumped in by rough and tumble boys. He tells me tinkerbell. I say FABULOUS, we want tinkerbell.
He pauses a moment and says "Please tell me this is for a little girl's birthday party, otherwise I don't think I can condone that level of evil."
I'm laughing, and saying no, no it's for a cook-out, a get-together. I would have told him we'd love to have an orgy in the moonbounce if they'd let us keep it overnight, but my son was in the room at the time.
Snort.