What Not to Do at the Zoo

I have many pet peeves in life. However, my time working at the zoo has exacerbated this problem. A lot. And I have been mentally compiling a list of these things, and here I am to share them with you.

1) When I hold the door for you? Yeah, its not actually my job. I'm just being nice. While I don't expect a big giant THANK YOU, eye contact and a smile is greatly appreciated. Please aknowledge that I didn't let the door hit you, or your screaming child, in the face, even though I wanted to let it.

2) Snapping your fingers and/or whistling at me IS NOT OKAY. I swear to God the next person who does this will be risking their life. In what planet is this ok? Getting my attention a different way is HIGHLY recommended.

3) PARK YOUR STROLLERS SOMEWHERE ELSE. Or, better yet make your chubby 5 yeard old WALK and leave the damned thing at home. Strollers are the bane of my existence. I do not understand how parents seem to think they are the only people who utilize a door/room/walkway. Sure, park your double-wide 50 foot long stroller right in front of the handicap elevator...its not a problem. I'm sure the handicapped guy who wants to see the Polar Bears won't mind waiting because you were too lazy and/or inconsiderate to park your damned stroller elsewhere.

I won't even get into the time the lady turned in front of me and hit me with her stroller and goes "its ok, it probably happens all the time" to her husband and didn't apologize.

4) Teenagers. Enough said. Almost. Today, 4 of them jumped the fence by the polar bears and had their face plastered against the fence and I cannot tell you how badly I wanted the bear to come over and try and eat them. Just sayin'

5) People who don't know how to get home and come at close to ask for directions. HOW DID YOU GET HERE THEN? you just magically found your way?!?!? Holy crap. Same with those who leave the house, get halfway here and then call and ask how to get to the zoo. Are you serious? I mean, you looked up the phone number somehow. Maybe you should have used those skills to be an adult and find your own damned directions.

Ok...I feel better. Until tomorrow.