Santa is Watching

This evening I did some window shopping at White Marsh Mall. Of course, while there, I participated in my favorite hobby: People Watching. And I'm glad I did.

 

As I exited one of the many stores I visited, I saw a young lad monkeying around with the handrail of a staircase. His mother snatched him by his hand and said, "You had better be have yourself. Santa is watching you."

 

As the two of them walked away, I followed. The little boy was holding his mother's hand and walking beside her. After a short distance he began turning and looking over his shoulder. He stumbled a few times because he was not looking forward. The mother, finally tired of her son's sloppy gate, asked, "What are doing?"

  

"I lookin' for Sana Claws. I want him see me being GOOD!"

Bus Ride

Today, while riding a city transit bus, I was amused by a conversation between a mother, her son, and the bus driver.

 

The mother boarded the bus with her young son, a child not more than five, and instructed the child to be seated next to her. He complied.

 

During the bus ride, however, the child became attracted by the yellow, "stop request" strip beside him. He gently touched the strip. Nothing happened.

 

His mother warned him not to touch the strip or the bus driver would become upset. The child, still curious about the stop request strip, began slapping it with his open hand. Suddenly, the annunciator sounded, "stop requested." The mom, with fear in her voice said to her son, "See, now you're in trouble!"

 

The little boy quickly sat down and became quiet.

 

As they exited the bus I heard the child say to the driver, "I'm sorry I touched that yellow thing. Can I still ride your bus again?"

 

"Sure you can, little man," answered the driver. 

 

"Thank you mister bus driver," replied the boy. "I won't play with that yellow thing anymore. It might make you mad at me."

 

Doctor's Visit

Bad news: I have bronchitis. Good news: My doctor prescribed antibiotics. Better news: While in the waiting room, I overheard something humorous:
 

A woman was waiting for her appointment with the doctor, with her young son, a lad of not more than five seated next to her. The boy was preoccupied with the though that the doctor would give his mom an injection. The mother, on the other hand, was frantically filling out the necessary forms before being seen.

"Mom, are you gonna git a needle," asked the child. He seemed so afraid.

 

"I don't know. But I'm busy right now. Leave me alone."

 

"But mom, will it hurt?" he asked.

 

The woman ignored her son's question and continued answering the questions on the form.

 

"Mom, is it gonna be in your arm, or in your leg?"

 

"I don't know if I'm I'm gonna get a needle, or where it will be."

 

"But mom," the child continued. "Is it gonna hurt?"

 

"If you don't leave me alone, I'm going to tell the doctor to give you a shot!!"

 

The child climbed into the seat next to his mother and never spoke another word...