At some point in high school, I got suckered into working a kids’ fair at a local elementary school. I thought this would be fun, until I remembered that I don’t really like children. Everyone was given a random assignment, and I somehow got placed at the face painting table. It at least seemed better than having to serve food or something and it gave me an excuse to
yell tell the kids to not to move or talk.
I figured no one would actually want their face painted, but somehow I ended up with a kid right away. He wanted a dragon, and being impressed with his taste, I tried to make one up. I figured it would be awful and prevent any kid from wanting anything from me ever again.
Surprisingly though, it was kind of good. So good, I heard parents whisper about the mysterious dragon painter. Soon, more kids wanted the same thing. Except for one problem, I can never do the same thing twice.
Most people get better with practice, but for me every dragon after the first one was exceedingly worse. So I now just quit after my first attempt, which probably explains a lot about the quality of my drawings on this blog. And the cleanliness of my house. And my chances of winning the lottery.