by 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.
It’s the eyebrows slanting down toward the centre that make it look angry. And the left arm/hand looks broken. Altogether, an unsavoury Santa.
Yeah, I can’t believe no one who works there has mentioned it. Or maybe they have but upper management says it has to stay.