My recently college graduated sister got a job working as a day camp counselor in a small nearby town for the summer. She only has a week and a half left, but I fear she won't last that long.
Yesterday she came home with a giant, purple bruise the size of a golfball protruding from her knee. While chaperoning the kids on a filed trip at the roller rink, a 10-year-old boy with no control of his feet, wiped out and slid right into her. She was on skates too, so her feet slipped out from underneath her pretty darn fast making the bruise that much more purple and that much more swollen.
Upon arriving back at the camp later that afternoon with a limp, she found herself in more trouble. Two 8-year-old boys convinced her to let them handcuff her. She said ok because she trusted the boys and wasn't worried about the cheap, plastic handcuffs. The boys tightened the handcuffs around her wrists so tightly they left a mark. When she asked them for the key to unfasten the cuffs from her bleeding wrists, the boys looked at each other in fear. Sis said it was like a scene from a movie. Apparently, the key did not exist.
I know I said this blog was about the entertainment industry, but I couldn't withhold such a story.
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