You see Li'l Sprout? That's me!! I don't know how this came about, maybe service or performance points for thespians, I don't know. Anyway, that job is no as glamorous as it seems. An air pump is constantly running to inflate the suit, so you can't hear anything. I can see through the mouth, but that means no peripheral vision. I could only see the tops of those kids' heads. And my arms were raised up as high as I could raise them. This was at the Pilsbury's Kids' Bake-Off 1993.
I knew the dough-boy, too. His job was worse. Invisible kids ran up and belted him in the stomach hour after hour. He did not "tee hee" for long.
Plus, I was so hot! The air unit inflated, it did not cool. We were soaked through and nasty in there.
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Now that is exactly why people who dress up for a living terrify me! Who would choose that life??? huh?? They are crazies!
Now that is exactly why people who dress up for a living terrify me! Who would choose that life??? huh?? They are crazies!
Gary was once subway man for Subway restuarant. Very similar experience to yours.
I remember this very clearly - you totally did it for the money. And we were like, "No, really? Just get a real job." And you would have none of it. L'il Sprout or bust.
Ha - for the money! I would never have remembered that. Whatever they paid me, it was so not worth it.
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