I mean, where do I start? Just look at these carrots — just lying about, not even peeled, and is that supposed to be garnish? It’s a flippin’ joke, mate, is what it is!
And then there’s the little matter of my changing room. Hello? How about a little privacy? Look, I’m out there, doing my big show of the year, giving the kiddies 110 percent, and this is how you treat me?
Never mind — I’m a professional; I’ll rise above it. All right, mates, let’s do this!
Such a prima donna, Pamela S.