„You look like you do this since forever."
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Daniel Ricciardo is 35 years old and his life change in few seconds. It was his best drive since he left Red Bull but it end up with accident and now he had to left Formula one world.
His parents...
Daniel, who was sitting among the echidnas, carefully cleaning one, which he held in his lap, with a toothbrush.
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However, Daniel's love for animals had to wait, because the very next day, Alira was assigned to guide a school group that had rented the zoo for the morning. She always did these tours because she liked kids and had volunteered for the first one, so now everyone thought she would happily lead every group with enthusiasm. Yes, she was enthusiastic because it meant she could inspire someone to love animals and perhaps want to become a keeper too. But most of the time, the kids were just bored students who were only there because they didn't have to be in school.
"What grade are they?" Alira asked John, the manager in charge of shifts and all the events happening throughout the day. John was a forty-year-old man who constantly thought of himself as very young—he wore his hair shoulder-length, followed all the trends, and tried to speak like the youth. But he didn't quite pull it off and came across more like a clown. Everyone who talked to him always had a hard time suppressing their laughter because it was impossible to take him seriously.
"You mean the school you're guiding in ten minutes?" John asked. Alira rolled her eyes because it was the most stupid question the brunette before her could have asked. Who else could she be talking about when they had only been discussing the school group? Talking to him about anything else was impossible because he included some Gen Z term in everything, and no one enjoyed conversing with him after that. Alira was young herself, but even she had trouble with his way of speaking.
"Yes, John, yes, I mean that school," she burst out, not caring if it sounded rude, and that John was technically her superior and she shouldn't talk to him like that. "Who else would I be asking about? Can you tell me what grade they are so I can prepare for how to guide the tour?"
"It's the fifth grade," he finally answered, "there should be about twenty of them, so be prepared to keep a close eye on them. You remember what happened last time, right?"
"That wasn't my problem," Alira replied. "I told them all the rules. I told everyone what they could and couldn't do, and the rest was up to them. They should have some common sense and not do stupid things. The fact that the boy somehow got to the giraffes is not on me. I was very careful. That boy was an idiot and shouldn't have entered the enclosure, especially after I clearly told them that giraffes are dangerous when startled."
"His parents sued us, Alira," John said sternly. Or at least he tried to look stern, but he looked more comical.
"And I've told you for the hundredth time, that's not my business," Alira said. "I did everything I could, and honestly, if I hadn't been there, it would have ended worse than a broken arm and bruised rib."
"Just be careful, or I'll have to report you to management, and they'll fire you because why would they want to keep someone who makes them hire lawyers and go to court?" he asked her.
