I am on my fourth "smart-phone." Ironically named since mine are not smart enough to turn on, charge, or save any contacts.
I dragged Baby Boy to Verizon yet again yesterday to trouble shoot my latest issues. I think customer service newbie Sami was really just killing time by reading all my texts since she would burst into sporadic laughter from behind the desk as she fiddled with my phone.
After 45-minutes, BB started to get antsy. Then Santa walked in.
He was minus the suit, certainly it was too hot, but other than that he was a spitting image.
"See, Santa is watching you, so you better be reallllllly good," I whispered as BB pulled off all the purple phone covers from the rack.
"I need these," he yelled.
"Go tell Santa," I said as Sami approached with a this-isn't-going-to-be-good-news expression.
After a few minutes I realized my son had indeed approached Santa and was chatting away.
"Well, what do you think your mom would like for Christmas?" Santa asked as I ran sprinted across the store.
"Um, I think she would like to pee standing up."
"You must get this all the time," I said mortified.
"Not quite like that," Santa screamed with laughter.
I hope he forgets by the time the elves get back to work.