Someone left a slder for next snowfall. No thank you!
After Julio and I went “down to de skoolyard” for 45 minutes in the chill, we drove to the mall for 45 in the warm. I’m no mall rat nowadays, but I collect nostalgia strolling through the familiar old concourses to scope out other holiday shoppers for random acts of festivity. Only spent $20 on—you guessed it—sugar: BAM’ s millionaire mocha edged out my first impulse, hot chocolate, but it let me down. Better example of “good advertising” than “yummy.” Two bars of Dubaya chocolate disappointed me when I sampled them at home, but that guy fascinates me. I mean, the salesman is something else, a small Persian with gorgeous white hair and a handsome unlined face. This will sound unPC, but he works it like a real Arab trader. This was our second encounter. Whatever bill I have in my hand he takes, saying “For you,” like he’s handing me a gift as he passes me more candy instead of cash change. I’m a real sucker for these Middle Eastern merchants. I just smile and say thank you. Oh well. Cultural differences in a minor key this time. The bargain was a little bag of Godiva, only five bucks by using up a Macy gift card from last Christmas. Thanks again DD, for the gift that keeps on giving the whole year through.
The real fun at the mall is people’s reactions to Red. He attracts many admirers who compliment and pet him while they tell me about their own dogs. I hope I’m not wearing him out. Or collecting excess germs. I really do enjoy sharing him. Merry Christmas it is, Boy.
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