It never fails, during a marathon of line twisting, just me, my balloons, and what seems to be 1,000 kids with semi-patient parents all waiting for a balloon animal; I will get a well groomed child who when ask what they want, will give me the dreaded blank stare. Their eyes glaze over with a blank look, their face shows no emotion and you think to yourself, this poor special needs child, when it hits you. Oh my God, this is one of those indecisive kids.
Quickly, I get the indecisive kid thought process going. I start my balloon rap—I make motorcycle, cats, dogs, Mickey Mouse, Pluto, Donald Duck, Daffy Duck, frog, snakes, turtles, hearts, teddy bears, flowers, choo choo trains, dinosaurs, aliens, clowns, most the Warner Brother characters, most the Disney characters, only half the animals on Noah’s Arch, princes, mermaids, ballerinas and butterflies. I am hoping that one of the objects mentioned would wake her out of her self-induced coma and help quicken her selection process. I look at the mother who is staring at her daughter with the same blank look. I think to myself, you have been standing in line for over 20 minutes and you have seen hundreds of kids walking around with balloon animals, just pick something!
I decided to work around the child and go to the next in line. This way I can keep the line going and not create a traffic jam waiting for this comatose child to make up her mind. Eventually some 20 minutes later, she wakens from her self inflected state and I hear the softly whisper “cat”. I feel my blood pressure drop, the tension in the air dissipates and the people around sigh with relief. As I reach for my first balloon, I hear these words uttered out of the mothers’ mouth. “Honey, what color would you like it?” Noooo!
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