She
was quietly minding her own business
on duty at her post in front of the
Giant Snake show one day.
Poor
Athena ! She had no idea how
strangely her sensibilities were
about to be altered.
A man
with a heavy
Romany
( Gypsy ) accent walked up and asked
to see the
" maneeger
".
Was
this a beef? Did he have a
complaint? Is this trouble? Her
heart filled with foreboding.
" Can
I help you? " She asked politely.
" I don't need no help.. I
wanna
see the
maneeger.
" He stated.
"
Well, what is the problem ? " She
inquired.
"
No problem, I just
wanna
see the
maneeger.
" It was plain that he was starting
to get annoyed.
"
Well, I'm the manager. Now what
is it? " She finally said,
frustrated.
"
Geez,"
he intoned, stepping back to
look up at the gigantic illustration
of the huge ferocious anaconda
with
the title " MANEATER " emblazoned in
two ft high prizmatic lettering
above it, " you don't look
nothin'
It was
only as he walked away that she
noticed the three tickets in his
hand.----
