Saturday, February 15, 2003
at 7:40 PMCha-Cha
I purchased a pair of dark blue boxer shorts with Cha-Cha The Frog splashed across the crotch yesterday to wear under the Cha-Cha costume. Everyone who saw me in the hallway giggled at my pasty, white legs. I never wear shorts, for very good reason.
All went fairly well until an eighth-or-ninth grade kid accosted Cha-Cha. Said kid ripped the velcro on Cha-Cha's back apart down to Cha-Cha's pasty white legs and shoved Cha-Cha's oversized head forward so Cha-Cha could not see to defend himself. This thoughtless human being chortled the entire time and taunted Cha-Cha to call mall security. Cha-Cha nearly cried in utter frustration before stamping his feet finally and angrily shouting an un-Cha-Cha-like four-letter expletive in the hooligan kid's direction as he and his boy and girl friend scampered away.
Cha-Cha usually has a safari guard, but for whatever reason Bonnie did not assign him one last night. Cha-Cha tattled to Richard, who appeared every five or ten minutes from then forward to protect Cha-Cha from further assault.
Every once in a while some clever child would inform Cha-Cha they could see eyes in Cha-Cha's mouth. Cha-Cha feigned ignorance.
