You know about those signs about whether someone is a satyr?  Well, a few years ago when I was waiting to finally go to camp, I decided that the satyr in my life was taking too long.  I didn't know for sure that she (one of the people that worked in a daycare program) was a satyr, but she met the requirements:

Odd eating habits, like eating soda cans? I never seen her eat, maybe it's because she is afraid of getting carried away.

Wear long pants or jeans all the time? Yeah, that's part of the school uniform thing that the workers had to wear, but still.

Walk weirdly? Yes.

Strong sense of smell? I don't know...

Smell like a wet wool sweater when getting caught in rain? Um...I don't remember her getting caught in rain.  She's probably being careful about avoiding that.

Result: She's definitely a satyr.

So I went up to her and told her "Take me to Camp Half-Blood."

She started laughing and said that she thought that I was saying that I was her cousin or something.

Result: She doesn't feel like taking me to camp since it's so far...

(This is a 100% true story.)