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April 17, 2012 § 17 Comments
This is courtesy of a 9ish girl at Walmart. C and I are walking by the emergency exit as a little girl presses the lever, openning the door and sending off alarms everywhere. The little girl takes off like a bat out of hell down an aisle. We hear her parents: “Where’s Trina?” with suspicision high in their voice. She is one aisle over concentrating on the shelves with an impressive image of innocence, concentrating on the shelves in front of her.
“Trina, did you set off the alarm?”
“What alarm?” as the alarm was still blaring it was a poor bluff. “I’m just looking at the toilet seats. I’ve been here the WHOLE time.”
Canada: I think somewhere William Shatner has started a private school of acting, and Trina is his prize pupil.