a significant transformation

I have had a couple shifts on the carousel over the last 2 weeks. They are my first carrousel days since My Stupid and Unfortunate Suspension last year. It dawned on me today that I may need to start a new "I Cannot Believe You Dipshit Parents Named Your Kids THAT!!!" list.

Today, a relatively slow day, yet I was greeted with---

Vienna. A killer name. I can see her now...black metal t-shirt, black skirt. Red plaid Doc Marten boots. Hell yeahs. Vienna! Oh, wait. Vienna is a crew-cut young boy with a hot pink polo shirt and little boy khakis (What? no suspenders??). I hope he has insurance because he is in line for a metric ton of ass-kickings.

Evian. Yeah, like the water. Again, a boy with an unfortunate name that will lead him to years of parental-hatred therapy.

Princess. I had to ask. "Yip. It's her given name. We named her that hoping she would become a princess"
Me-"Are either of you royalty? Is she the daughter of king or queen? If not you are off to a disappointing start"
Thems-"Heh heh. Clearly you don't know what a Princess is"

Clearly not. But I certainly know what MORON PARENTS are.

Glad to be back on the carousel!