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How much is that kitty in the window?
So, I usually do a pretty good job of tamping down my impulse to anthropomorphize inanimate objects. Only pretty good, but that is better than nothing since otherwise I would worry about every old car and dilapidated building in addition to all the things I already worry about.
I do have a problem with stuffed animals though. I am not one of those people who collects them, or, god forbid, accessorizes with them, so all is not lost. It must be something about their little faces, or...well, perhaps I should just tell the story.
So, as people who frequent Starbucks know, they often have a promotion with their little "Bearista" bears wearing costume jammies. They keep them in a basket by the register so it is hard not to play with them when you get your drink. When the basket is full, they are cute, but just merchandise. I seldom resist the urge to sit them up and make sure that everyone is right side up can see out of the basket, but I am not tempted. Much.
As the basket starts to empty, I notice them a lot more. I find myself making sure their little ears are tucked into the hoods of their jammies and sitting them all up in the basket while my credit card is being rung.
When it gets down to just two or three, I have to be strong. What the hell am I going to do with a bearista bear in an animal costume? We have enough crap I tell myself. I make sure they are all sitting together for moral support.
Usually, they all disappear till the next promotion so I am never faced with what I was faced with today. There was only one bearista bear in the basket. It was laying on its side and someone had tugged its hood half off.
It is a very big basket for one little bear in jammies.
I would probably have still been strong, it is not like I need a stuffed bear in a kitty costume, but it was marked half-off since it is the day after Hallowe'en. After fixing it's little hood, I tried to put it back in the basket. All alone.
I failed.
I am now the proud owner of a bearista bear in a kitty costume.
Yeesh.
I do have a problem with stuffed animals though. I am not one of those people who collects them, or, god forbid, accessorizes with them, so all is not lost. It must be something about their little faces, or...well, perhaps I should just tell the story.
So, as people who frequent Starbucks know, they often have a promotion with their little "Bearista" bears wearing costume jammies. They keep them in a basket by the register so it is hard not to play with them when you get your drink. When the basket is full, they are cute, but just merchandise. I seldom resist the urge to sit them up and make sure that everyone is right side up can see out of the basket, but I am not tempted. Much.
As the basket starts to empty, I notice them a lot more. I find myself making sure their little ears are tucked into the hoods of their jammies and sitting them all up in the basket while my credit card is being rung.
When it gets down to just two or three, I have to be strong. What the hell am I going to do with a bearista bear in an animal costume? We have enough crap I tell myself. I make sure they are all sitting together for moral support.
Usually, they all disappear till the next promotion so I am never faced with what I was faced with today. There was only one bearista bear in the basket. It was laying on its side and someone had tugged its hood half off.
It is a very big basket for one little bear in jammies.
I would probably have still been strong, it is not like I need a stuffed bear in a kitty costume, but it was marked half-off since it is the day after Hallowe'en. After fixing it's little hood, I tried to put it back in the basket. All alone.
I failed.
I am now the proud owner of a bearista bear in a kitty costume.
Yeesh.
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Pussy bear!
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