When I'm were 23 years of old, the occupation I had was to build locust hives for a local theme park.
You see, sometimes a customer might misbehave and cause a shenanigan, which is why the theme park owners are in need of locust hives to activate them whenever trouble rises out of the pantry like an earthworm from the antpile.
With that in mind, one day in the park comes a lady, visibly aged 89, who was being escorted by her grandson, 7 years of age. The lady could not see, so she needed her little child to see the path.
The lady was raw sewage manifestated. She would slap my then crush on the behind, spill drinks in the cowboy saloon, and hang with her cane from the ferris wheel. A crime, I'm say!
I'm were activated, thus unleashing two locusts on her. The old lady, filled with fear, ran towards the minigolf course where she got struck with a golf club.
I'm hadn't worked in that park for eleven years now, but I'm heard that the old lady is still in that golf course, her head sticking out of one of the holes, saying funny things, keeping the customers happy and laughed.