Santa's workshop/theatre happens to be on the 8th Floor. (Good luck, M.) Between the elves, the kids ( a virtual land of germs) and the life-like walking bear the place is well, like, I practically ran off the floor with my hands over my ears.
Well, at one point a little boy around 3-4 years old started to scream and cry. And I mean scream. Everyone in earshot looked up in horror. You would think the kid's mother was beating him with a Martha Stewart gravy boat. Everyone looked to see what the kid was screaming about. Lo and behold the kid saw the bear. The mother just took the kid's hand and walked off the floor.
I looked over to see M's. reaction. Nothing. Nada. Zilch. Ephes. M. is a cool cat. He just kept ringing up his customers' orders. He probably hears this all day and at night in his sleep. Like I said the guy should win a prize.
Lucky kid.
1 comment:
roflmao, aunt rachie! anyone would cry if they were beaten with a martha stewart cooking implement. but the real question is if a rachael ray product would make the kid cry as hard????
Glad you survived your Macy's visit. Sounds like h*** and sounds like M should be sainted. :)
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