I absolutely do not like people in mascot costumes at all! I
blame Chuck E. Cheese for this; he wouldn’t stop following me and, this is what
made me nervous, NEVER SAID ANYTHING (only hand motions). How is this relevant?
Keep reading. This is only the beginning
As everyone
knows this weekend was Homecoming. My parents had come up to visit. Everything
was fine: I got good pizza (Papa John’s oh yah), my JIF pb and apple cider mix,
and was beaten (crushed really) by my dad at cornhole (zero aim right here).
Perfectly happy…until I exited the PLEX. Riding up in a dinky golf cart was my
worst nightmare: Norm and friends.
One person
could avoid them but not a large family composed of younger kids. I neatly
avoided the attack, hiding toward the back, umbrella at the ready, as high
fives and hugs were exchanged between Norm, Johnny Appleseed, the Mad Ant, and
my siblings. They went inside and we walked away. Relax a little, safe…yeah
right (sarcastic HA HA).
Glance
backward; GIANT BIRD IN COMET UNIFORM SPRINTING TOWARD US!!!! My dad said my
face was priceless; I should hope so because I literally felt my eyes bug out
of my head. My decision: observe (at a distance). If he was coming toward me, I
WAS OUT OF THERE. Seriously, I was thinking of beating him with my umbrella
(pretty sturdy weapon). Turns out he also wanted to be in on the high five
party. I was not approached (BIG relief).
I do not
like being near people in costume; at a distance, they are okay. Up close, not
so much.
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