I witnessed this disturbing scene yesterday at the mall.
Who/what is inside those costumes? Children? Little people? Robots?
I witnessed this disturbing scene yesterday at the mall.
Who/what is inside those costumes? Children? Little people? Robots?

The other day I was a on a date with this girl (I met her, in fact, at a bar, much to the chagrin of my mother, who insists that the only girls worthy of her son’s attention are those he meets at his church).
As we walked to dinner, I asked her one of my most favorite-est questions: “How’s your life going?”
I like asking this question because if you ask “How are you?” you get a canned response. Fine. Good. Great. Not much, what’s up with you. Stuff like that. But if you ask “How’s your life going?” people don’t have a standard answer, and they think before answering.
“Great, actually,” she said. “I’m really happy.”
I spotted this as a hook for a brilliant conversational thread that would undoubtedly lead to romantic attraction. I pounced… Read More