Everytime I walk into the Rite Aid I normally shop at I come face to face with this guy. And every time I do I am startled. Every time. For just a split second he seems real and he doesn’t seem friendly. He looks like he’s about to punch or tackle you.
Santa: Just stop right there! What do YOU want?
Me: Nothing, I swear. Just picking up some shampoo, Santa.
Santa: No. Go away. Get out of here. But first, fix my feet.