When I noticed a little girl, three, mebbe four years old, giving me the gimlet eye.
I go about my business, but there she is again.
Giving me the eye.
I give myself a quick once-over - nope, zipper's up, no mustard dripping down the front of the shirt.
I look over at her again, and make eye contact.
She giggles and runs away.
There was a time when that would have been an ego-crusher. Not so much any more.
I go back about my browsing, and catch a glimpse of myself in the sliding glass door of a retail display case.
I look back at the munchkin, who has returned.
Who goes all cute and giggly.
I look her straight in the eye. bend over just a touch and say, very softly, "Ho ho ho."
Her eyes go wide.
Heh. Okay. I'm fat and my beard has a lot more grey than anything else.
But I still have some juice with the young crowd who still believe.
Could be worse. They could run away screaming.
Heh.
That's the teenagers.


RG
Wouldn't need to bring any ammo or anything...
;^ )
Wasn't the Anglosphere fighting against the Turks back when Santa was carrying an '03.
Seems like a strange advert.
Just guessing...
Let's edit that statement.
"Well you do know I've been naughty....... "
State of nature, woman.