ok i'll just tell the whole story. I feel like it.
So one March this temp agency hooked me and my friend Anthony up with a job near the airport working the registration desk at a trade show. We were both living with our parents and in need of beer money, so we said yes. We get there, and we find out it's a haunted house trade show. Holy shit! This couldn't have happened to a better group of guys!
Our boss there was a super friendly white-haired guy with a vaguely southern accent who stood all of 5 feet tall. We spend all day printing badges and talking to haunted house people, who were surprisingly friendly and normal. Not a single creep in the bunch. I think part of that is that a lot of those people were running haunted houses for charity, but I guess you just need to be a really cool person to run a haunted house for a living.
So we spend about 5 hours or so scanning bar codes and printing stickers and making small talk with excited people and occasionally playing minesweeper. Then, about an hour and a half before the convention closes, our boss moseys up and says "Hey do you guys want to go upstairs to the exhibit hall?"
That was probably the happiest I've ever been at that point in my life. There were pneumatic zombies, fake vampire teeth, fortune telling machines, and all sorts of other amazing things. We basically got to see the absolute best haunted house stuff there is for free. Sure the lights on, but we could also ask all sorts of questions about things. Here's what we learned:
all the pop-out zombies and fake hanged bodies are powered by pneumatics, which are really good at simulating human motion
industry insiders call them "haunts"
*they have special spinning light tunnels that give people vertigo. there's a haunted house in LA that's made up of all those things. the people who work there eventually become immune to the spinning vertigo light tunnel.
Ok I guess that wasn't a story so much as it was a cool thing that happened to me. ANYWAY,