Yes, I was a BumbleBee.
Every Saturday & Sunday, actually.
Sometimes, I wasn't just a BumbleBee.
I was a Dog and a Fish, as well.
My first job at the ripe old age of 14 & 9 months,
was to dress in character for children's birthday parties.
I vividly remember my interview.
I was asked to try on a costume.
The only available they had at the time was Itchy Richie the Dog.
Itchy Richie was a giant black and while dog.
Aside from the fact the head was a little wobbly on me, despite the clips,
I found myself dancing around like a fool.
I was having a blast.
Until my potential employer started laughing at me.
She unclipped "my" head,
and told me I was hired for making her laugh.
Was it my wonderful portrayal of Itchy Richie?
Was it my hilarious dancing?
No, it was the fact I put the body suit on back to front and Itchy Richie's tail was at the front...
thus looking a tad inappropriate.
Knowing my bosses were just as filthy minded as I was put me at ease,
I knew I would enjoy my time there.
My extra large pay packet was a bonus.
I have many wonderful memories from my employment.
It changed my perspective on a lot of things.
For example, it only occurred to me then that Humphrey may have been a girl, too!
I'd often get looks of surprise after I came down the stairs after getting changed back into my uniform.
Mothers would look at me and smile, impressed.
Dad's would look somewhat relieved.
Their 4 - 5 year old children eyed me with suspicion, because they hadn't seen me go up, nor was I in sight when they were up there.
I vividly remember being caught coming down the stairs by an older child saying,
"I know what you were doing up there?"
Because I was only 7 or 8 years older than him, I was equally immature in my response,
"Yeah", he replied. "You were helping the guy who dressed up as BumbleBee get away, but I know he's not real!"
....Okay kid, you caught me out. IDIOT!
We'd often do home parties, as well.
On one particular party day, BumbleBee was at the cleaners.
I had to be "inflatable" BumbleBee, instead.
The costume was the same, but the bottom needed to be inflated.
This was okay, except inflatable BumbleBee had a slow leak.
My co-worker and I decided that should inflatable BumbleBee go down, I would pat his arm,
and he'd end my performance long enough to re-inflate.
But we shouldn't have any issues as I wouldn't be out there that long.
Great idea, yeah?
Our performance was going superbly when I heard the leaking air,
and felt myself sagging.
Oh shit, I thought.
[Obviously, I couldn't say "oh shit"].
I patted my co-worker as planned,
but rather than remember our arrangement,
he thought I was patting his arm to get him to play BumbleBee's favourite song.
"It's okay Bumble, we'll sing the song now, can you show the kids the actions?"
All the while, I am patting his arm, thinking "No, I can't show them the actions, I am going down!!!"
After about three minutes, it became obvious to the parents that I was decreasing in size.
This was met with giggles before my co-worker [whom I was still patting, quite hard by this stage] realised and made up an excuse to get me out of there.
The rest of our performance went off without a hitch, after I inflated enough to bluff my way through.
The parents, despite my apologies, were happy with the way we'd done things,
and really enjoyed the bit where I was deflating before their very eyes.
Ah, it's nice to have a trip down memory lane,
and by dressing up in costume, there was many a "trip" to be had.
What was your first/best/worst job?