Two more examples of this happening:
Back around 2000, Bill Holbrook was doing a con up in New Jersey and we went over to hang out with him. His table was right beside a “Jedi Training” Exhibit, where people would get bo sticks and then hit the four poles set up to give a loud “Beep!” when struck. Boy, did THAT wear thin quick. Bill kept his cool (as he always does), but it did merit a couple comments.
The other was myself, at MarsCon in 2011. No room for us in the Dealers Room, so we ended up in the Main Events Room, where the speakers were loud, the activities engaging, and the crowds all with their backs to us. We sold… *calculates quickly* … nothing.
Looks like a job for speech-substituting improvisation.
Hmm. Sign language. Gestures. Charades. Passing written notes. Indian smoke signals. Okay, not the last one, but notes would be good. Yes, sketchbooks to the rescue. Randie should have one handy.
Yup. Nearly ever retail/stocking job I ever had was accompanied by the most awful music blaring over anyone’s words. The theme park jobs were the worst, since they used a loop of maybe five or six irritating songs played endlessly throughout the day!
Pete… I don’t hide my displeasure very well… Bill’s composure speaks volumes (wah-wah) … I tip my santa hat.
stick… conducting business by sketchbook would have been a good idea. Still… the frustration level usually just ruins an even potential sale. Folks walk right past you because of the noise level.
Dada… I know EXACTLY what you mean. When I worked at The Dizney Store, you had the same loop of Dizney videos on ALLL *$%%## day long! If I hear another Heffalump & Woozle song I will commit atrocities!
Yat… NOW THERE’S a good idea. Except the girls there are exceptionally good… and wouldn’t want to tarnish their good standings with the jolly old elf. (ELF… not gnomes… hey wait… get the gnomes to do it!!!)
Jack… Is that guy still around? Oh, wait… he is. He comes to play Pebble Beach every year. He’s supposedly alright with a different kind of metal rod. One without holes… but that you aim at holes! Ha… I crack myself up.
Two more examples of this happening:
Back around 2000, Bill Holbrook was doing a con up in New Jersey and we went over to hang out with him. His table was right beside a “Jedi Training” Exhibit, where people would get bo sticks and then hit the four poles set up to give a loud “Beep!” when struck. Boy, did THAT wear thin quick. Bill kept his cool (as he always does), but it did merit a couple comments.
The other was myself, at MarsCon in 2011. No room for us in the Dealers Room, so we ended up in the Main Events Room, where the speakers were loud, the activities engaging, and the crowds all with their backs to us. We sold… *calculates quickly* … nothing.
Hope it goes better for the art-o-rama mamas.
Looks like a job for speech-substituting improvisation.
Hmm. Sign language. Gestures. Charades. Passing written notes. Indian smoke signals. Okay, not the last one, but notes would be good. Yes, sketchbooks to the rescue. Randie should have one handy.
Yup. Nearly ever retail/stocking job I ever had was accompanied by the most awful music blaring over anyone’s words. The theme park jobs were the worst, since they used a loop of maybe five or six irritating songs played endlessly throughout the day!
Pete… I don’t hide my displeasure very well… Bill’s composure speaks volumes (wah-wah) … I tip my santa hat.
stick… conducting business by sketchbook would have been a good idea. Still… the frustration level usually just ruins an even potential sale. Folks walk right past you because of the noise level.
Dada… I know EXACTLY what you mean. When I worked at The Dizney Store, you had the same loop of Dizney videos on ALLL *$%%## day long! If I hear another Heffalump & Woozle song I will commit atrocities!
Can someone “accidentally” kick over the speaker? OTOH, the loud music makes it convenient for Randie to ignore the question about her painting.
Oh, I thought it might be Kenny G.
Yat… NOW THERE’S a good idea. Except the girls there are exceptionally good… and wouldn’t want to tarnish their good standings with the jolly old elf. (ELF… not gnomes… hey wait… get the gnomes to do it!!!)
Jack… Is that guy still around? Oh, wait… he is. He comes to play Pebble Beach every year. He’s supposedly alright with a different kind of metal rod. One without holes… but that you aim at holes! Ha… I crack myself up.