(The story comes from a real life event from one of my favorite musicians. It was so screwed up, I had to write about it. Props to Meg & Dia Frampton)
There's a cheer leading team at what I believe to be around middle school or early high school. There were around 50 applicants who which wants to join the team, but only ten can be accepted. They were all impressive, but they only accept the best.
Now, it would be fine to tell them by e-mail or a sheet at the door to tell them who got in, but they didn't do that. Instead, they did the most demoralize acceptance method I've ever heard of.
Here's what the spawn of Satan did: The cheer leading team would have a party for getting into the team. Everyone would have to dress fancy at their best dresses, preferably expensive. They would pick up the accepted at the curb of their home.
Here's the kicker: they did not say who got accepted. They would only come to the chosen ten. The rest would be left at the curb, never picking them up or even getting a response.
Frampton was able to get into the team, but imagine how the other forty must feel: abandoned on the street with their best clothes for a ride that will never come to an awesome party.
Dick move.
