Today me and Dan volunteered at the Children’s Museum of Denver. We helped kids make party hats (I wore one all day that said “PARTY TIME” and had silver glitter shooting stars on it) and then we gave kids glowsticks and glow bracelets and hula hoops and showed them how to dance (I did. I showed the kids how to dance).
At one point I was helping one of the staff members put some birthday cake in the party room, when I reached over to grab said cake from the front desk. The teenager working behind the counter (most of the floor staff and all of the other volunteers were under 20. the rest of the volunteers were like 14 and there on a student leadership fieldtrip LOOOOOL) said, I shit you not, “Do you need a pass, sweetie?” and I looked up and said “lolwut” with my face and “huh?” with my mouth, and she said, “oh, you’re a volunteer! Go ahead!” and it was lolzy on so many levels, including but not limited to the fact that I am a foot and a half taller and at least 75 if not 100 pounds heavier than the average kid running around the museum.
I am also 26 years old.
Party hats are DECEPTIVE.
