Sunday, March 11, 2012

The Awkward Moment When You Are Outsmarted By an Elementary School Student

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    It’s ironic. You wait all of your elementary and middle-school life to become a teenager and be “cool” and then the moment you get to high school, you realize that you’re back to the beginning again.
            I didn’t really know that I would be volunteering at the elementary school fun fair this Saturday. But my mother did, and that is how I ended up sitting at the cakewalk station, playing and pausing “Domino,” calling out the names of animals, and handing children (who dressed better than me) some random cakes.
            But there was this one kid who had a lot of tickets but really didn’t want to spend them.
            “Hi,” he said to me in the middle of one round.
            “Hi, can I help you?”
            “Yeah, you can.”
            “Alright then. Name it, kid.”
            “I want a cake.”
            “Well, if you want one guaranteed for four bucks, there’s a bake sale in the gym, but if you want a 1 in 10 chance of winning one for four tickets, I suggest you play this game.”
            “What if I just want one for free?”
            “Maybe your mother can get you one. I’m just the cake walk music player.”
            The boy seemed to ponder that for a little bit, and slump against the wall next to me, as if pouting. He stayed like this for about five rounds and watched each time as the same kids seemed to win. Don’t ask me why, but this girl in a plaid shirt always seemed to be on the right animal card at the right time.
            “Why does she always win?” he snapped after the plaid-shirt girl won her fifth cake.
            “I’m not sure, it’s not like I rig the cards or anything.”
            “Well then, let me pick the next card.”
            “Feel free.”
            So he picked the card. And it was the same card that plaid-shirt girl was on.
            At this point, he was totally convinced that the girl had the rigged the cards.
            “She shouldn’t be allowed to play this game,” he finally said.
            “Sorry, this isn’t Vegas. I can’t kick her out because she’s crazy lucky a lot.”
            After about an hour, the kid was long gone, I was running low on cakes, partly because plaid-shirt girl had won about half of them, so I put the game on hold and went to go get some more cakes.
            I came back literally 2 minutes later and I was missing two cakes. I didn’t really think much of it, and continued running the game.
            Thirty minutes later, my shift was done and I started walking towards the exit.
            And who do I see sitting at the door, eating the two cakes that had gone missing?
            The kid.
            I was just outsmarted by a child.

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