dressing up as a fluffy animal to promote a children's shop
in brief:

the outfits are hot, scratchy, smelly, and in the case of this particular shop, were cheap-ass knock-offs with mad staring eyes, sparse bald fur, and holes where the tail should be.

children scream and run away from you, teenage boys grope you, the pervy shop owner gropes you, teenage girls flick lit cigarettes at the eyeholes, it rains and the suit is so heavy you can't walk, and you get bollocked for inhaling the helium balloons.

BUT you get paid £20 for an entire saturday capering around like this.
( rachelswipe with a fork, Wed 4 May 2011, 16:07, 2 replies, latest was 15 years ago)

I did that once.
Specky the dog, for our local leisure centre. My friends have never let me live it down.

It smelled of stale sweat, I could barely see, the feet were three times the same of mine making it impossible to judge stairs and a kid kicked me in the nuts.
( Kroney, Wed 4 May 2011, 16:10, Reply)

Actually, it's probably unfair to blame the last one on Specky.
Kids frequently kick me in the nuts regardless of attire.
( Kroney, Wed 4 May 2011, 16:17, Reply)

I sold programmes at the millenium stadium when I was about 15,
you got paid £30 for about 5 hours work and after the first time when we were the only team whose money balanced we started pilfering.
( SteveFrench Cardio is for homo's. do you even lift bro?, Wed 4 May 2011, 16:10, Reply)