Santa
When my sisters and I were younger, around Christmas we went to a restaurant and there was someone dressed as Santa.
Now don’t get me wrong, we loved Santa but weren’t open to social interaction.
So my sisters and I were talking about how we really didn’t want him to come near us. In the middle of our conversation, he came up to us and sat down. One of my sisters and I stopped talking immediately, but my other one didn’t see him and continued to talk.
We were like:
Until she realized he was behind her.









