Go ask the guard

[genconjunkie]

Place: Milwaukee
Year: 1995

It was our second year at Gen Con, and we were loving it. We'd brought a friend who was attending for the first time.

We eventually lost someone in our party, and decided to pull a fast one on our buddy.

"Go ask that guard if he can page him."

Our friend walked over to the guard in the lobby -- the guard we all knew was a mannequin, but that looked incredibly life-like.

"Can you help me?" Our buddy asked?

The guard stared at him.

"Excuse me?"

The guard continued staring.

It took a couple of more questions before our friend finally realized what he was talking to.

The entire entry room burst out laughing as he made his way back across the floor.