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Friday, December 21, 2012

FFS!? Friday : Displaced Walrus

No multiple whines for FFS!? Friday this week.  Instead, I bring you one big fat FFS!?

I’ve been observing how Miss7’s teacher manages to keep the entire class quiet and attentive without raising her voice.



It’s a completely novel concept for me.



I’ve noticed she does a lot of rhythmic clapping to get their attention.



She claps a certain pattern and they all quiet down and copy it back to her.



Genius.





So I decided to try it myself this week, while in transit with The Feral Threesome, minus #1Hubby who was smart enough to claim work commitments and fly a day later.




Picture it…



An airport full of people, all excited to be going somewhere for the festive season.



In the middle of the airport is a moron, oblivious to the unwanted attention they are drawing to themselves.



That would be me.



Said moron is surrounded by three feral whiney brats.



That would be The Feral Threesome, a bit shat off about how long it takes to get to Bali from their living room where they were happily drawing pictures before being told it was ‘go time’.



So I enacted Miss7’s teacher’s calm crowd control method of choice – I like to call it The Happy Clapping.



I clapped out a short and simple pattern.



All three kids ignored me.



I clapped again, louder.



All three kids looked at me, puzzled.



I clapped again, spurred on by the fact that they were at least paying attention to me, even if it was with a mix of confusion and irritation.



I followed my clap-fest with a few “huh…huh…huh?”, because I know Miss7 is aware of The Happy Clapping, and joyously participates in class.  The Twin Tornado stand outside watching, and also join in.

They know.



Not one bloody sign of recognition from any of them.



And still, the moron perseveres.  I continue my method of, now very loudly, with exaggerated movements and enthusiasm, clapping out a rhythm, followed by a few “Huh…Huh…Huh!?” waiting for them to recognise and join in.



Those within earshot had stopped to look at the moron, sitting on the carpeted floor of the airport departures terminal, doing the displaced walrus impersonation….



CLAP-CLAP CLAP-CLAP–CLAP CLAP CLAP “Huh…Huh…Huh!?

CLAP CLAP CLAP-CLAP “Huh…Huh…Huh!?

CLAP-CLAP-CLAP “Huh…Huh…Huh!?

CLAP CLAP CLAP-FUCKING-CLAP “Huh…Huh…Huh!?





The little mini-bastards knew exactly what I was doing.

Not four hours later, they sat in the taxi on the way to the hotel doing it to each other.  Complete with walrus "Huh...Huh...Huh!", before laughing hysterically at themselves.  All the while, I sat quietly seething in a passive-aggressive manner that flew completely over their heads.

When I do it, it's just a moron acting like a displaced walrus.

When they do it, it's a few cute kids playing some sort of game.


This displaced walrus has since been placed in its preferred aquatic habitat – the swim up pool bar.



Minus the clapping.



And the walrus mating calls.



2 comments:

  1. Oh you make me laugh. I get the girl's attention by doing my best working dog whistle. I usually get the girls and dogs to look at me with this. So far, none of them know how to whistle back.
    May see you in Bali - leaving in approx 60 hours...yes, I am counting down the hours to reach the pool bar.

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  2. I wish there was video of the clapping incident!! Enjoy that swim up bar!! Merry Christmas!!

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