“When a costumed chicken came up and tried to teach me the freakin’ chicken dance, without thinking, I barked, ‘Get away from me!’ Then, through the chicken’s beak, I saw a dejected teenage girl. What a jerk I am, I thought, and apologized to her. Despite the fact that there were still more hours of pay to earn by doing nothing, yelling at six-foot chickens was a clear indication that it was time to go.”
