Saturday, January 25, 2003
at 3:57 PMI Didn't Ask For Charro
I worked from 10:00 a.m. to 4:00 p.m. (an hour extra, because they were short-staffed). I stayed up at the front of the store most of the time as a greeter. I prefer greeting guests to wandering aimlessly around the store, folding clothes, or picking up dolls and toys and trash.
The Scott kid reluctantly donned the Cha-Cha frog costume. Some lady came up and inquired as to whether it was a boy or a girl (I told her this particular frog had no sex; Scott a.k.a. Cha-Cha then slapped me across the head). Later I noticed a group of giggly junior high girls eye-balling him, so I dragged Cha-Cha over and invited them to give him a hug. Cha-Cha later confided he felt assaulted. Sexually. But he told me none of the girls actually copped a feel, so I don't know what his problem was.
