We're going on a Ghost Hunt...

Dear Readers,

Many of you would not know what a DG Ghost hunt is, and I don't blame you, because I have been working there for over half of a year and I didn't know what it was until I was smack dab in the middle of one!

I will share with you the story of my "experience"...nay..."hazing".

I am down stairs with my friend Danny. We are cleaning up in our usual drone manner. I then get a radio call to go upstairs and stand in the Studio (the upstairs main area), until otherwise ordered. I do as I am told, and head upstairs.............................

...............to my doom.........

Suddenly my friend (BUT NOW I DON'T EVEN KNOW IF THAT IS TRUE!) is leading a pack of wild animals/children, towards me. He is holding this weird device that lights up and has some whirlygig on it. He points it towards me and the lights get brighter and that whirlygig spins faster.

Then...he points at me....and says those fateful words....

"SHE IS A GHOST! GET HER!"

Suddenly a swarm of tiny, unwashed hands, grab me and drag me to the ground. There were so many of them....

They had a "ghost trap" (which was one of those collapsable material tubes that little kids can climb through) and they crouched...ready to pounce.

BAM! Right in the face. SMACK. In the nose. These kids really knew what they were doing, they knew that they must first disorient the victim before they can capture it.

My face was pulsing and I swore that they broke my nose. Then I was surrounded by green and purple as they slammed the "Ghost Trap" around me. I finally felt a little safe in my tiny green cell...yet the stings of their mechanic high pitched laughter still penetrated the thin polyester.

Then finally the attack was called off by my ...."co..worker" *cough* EVIL PLANNER...MAN..

and I was released.

Ripppppp.

Me--"YEOWWWWW"

Little girl-- "Hee...hee...hee"

Little Girl's Mom-- "No honey! We don't pull people's hair! Not in public!"

Me---*whimper*

Sidenote--My friend Danny was also attacked, but the kids changed their tactics. They decided to punch him in the stomach until he fell to the ground to put the "Ghost Trap" on him.

I am so sorry Danny. I sympathize and feel your pain... Let us be strong.......together....

Out of the mouth of babes..

Boy-- "You are crazy!"

Other Boy-- "Why am I crazy!?"

Boy-- "Because I would never kill you! I am your BEST....FRIEND.."

Other Boy-- "Ok...want to go play with the legos?"

I overheard this sweet, innocent, conversation between two boys at my work. Awww I think everybody should have a best friend like that kid.

In the Dog House..

I don't really know what happened here. I just happened to walk upon this hilarious happenstance.

But who doesn't love a fat kid passed out in a fake dog house?

Because I know I do!