When I was about 10, my mom took me to Hills, a local department store where there was supposed to be an Easter egg hunt in their parking lot which was open to the public. When we arrived, however, all the Easter eggs were gone, even though it was supposed to still be happening. Most people would get in their car and go home, but not my mother. She wouldn’t accept that the event was done and asked to see a manager. I don’t know what she said, but within a few minutes, a man came out, dressed in one of those oversized Easter Bunny costumes and strolled towards us in upbeat fashion to hand me a giant plastic egg filled with jelly beans, that iconic green grass and a few chocolates.
I think of this from time to time, especially around this time of year and always think about what the interaction between the manager and the person dressed as the Easter Bunny must have been like. I’d like to think that the employee was having a smoke break when the manager approached him and said something like, “Hey Bill, we’re gonna need you to put the costume on for just a couple minutes. There’s this lady in the parking lot that isn’t gonna leave until her kid gets an en egg. Would ya mind?“
I think of this from time to time, especially around this time of year and always think about what the interaction between the manager and the person dressed as the Easter Bunny must have been like. I’d like to think that the employee was having a smoke break when the manager approached him and said something like, “Hey Bill, we’re gonna need you to put the costume on for just a couple minutes. There’s this lady in the parking lot that isn’t gonna leave until her kid gets an en egg. Would ya mind?“
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