I was looking over some family photos of previous Christmases. I came across one of me dressed up as Santa. Boy is there a story behind that one! My wife had volunteered me to play Santa. It was a benefit for the local MRDD organization and I was glad to do it.
They told me to report to the local Petsmart® store which I thought was a bit odd but I was game. When I got there I found out I was not playing Santa to the kids but to pets! I got into my costume and situated into my chair, the store doors opened and I heard a deep-throated bellow. The bellow of a pair of Doberman Pinschers! Just my luck, my first two customers were two huge Dobermans. The owner situated them one on each side of me. The dogs and I saw eye to eye, literally! They tried to get them to look at the camera but they were fixated on me. The palm of my hands generally do not sweat but they were dripping at that moment.
I lived through it and all the overly infatuated owners with their misbehaved pets. But then, there came they guy with the snake, a Boa Constrictor! It would not sit still to take the picture. This thing was all over me. I thought I was going to die. The owner told me it was because the snake was scared. I didn’t have the heart to tell him much of the unsteady motion was my involuntary “flight” reflex every time the snake made another move.
I gladly allowed the snake to move into the Christmas tree in back of me (saved by a tree). Thankfully the snake felt more safe with the tree than me and withered up into it. They had to disassemble the tree branch by branch to get the snake out.
So what does this have to do with compressed air…Nothing at all, just thought you would enjoy the story of my unexpected assignment as Santa.