Post #132281 by Alnshely on Wed, Dec 22, 2004 8:47 AM

When I was 22 I was a mall Claus, Laguna Hills Mall. Some kids were TERRIFIED of me. Some parents insisted on getting a picture of screaming, pleading, crying kid on Santa's lap. I swear, if I had been an monster with blood running down my fangs, these kids would not have been more scared. One kid bit me, he was so frightened, he was trying to get away. He's SCREAMING and crying, I lift him to the ground and he runs to dad who just picks him up and drops him back in my lap. I say, "Yo Braniac, if you were feeding you son to tiger he wouldn't be more scared, psychological scars take a long time to heal man, try again next year". He smiles dumbly at me and starts snapping Polaroid's. Then he comes back and insists on showing me these pictures. Despite the Santa beard, wig and makeup I look totally pissed off and the kid is wide eyed horrified, screaming like Jamie Lee Curtis in "Halloween". There's a pic for next years X-mas card.

Mahalo,
Al