The Story Of The Bear Hug Wiggler; Or Why I'm Not Allowed To Go Out Of The House Alone
I have a thing for bears, and a natural human disposition to laziness, so I wondered, is this thing a bear you put a crayon into and when you wind it up, it draws for you? If so, I need one.
There was no explanation or description on the insert, so I went to the counter to ask the pimply-faced boy standing there. Our interaction was brief and went like this:
Me: "Hi, can you show me the bear wiggler?"
Me: "Can I see your bear wiggler?"
Him: *blank stare*
Me: "Your bear wiggler -- the Crayola toy."
Him: *digging blindly beneath the counter in what I can only assume is a bin of kids' meal toys -- occasionally looking into the assumed box then back at me*
Me: *waiting hopefully*
Him: "I have no idea what that is. I have no idea what that is."
Me: "Uh, OK, thanks anyway."
I walk to the door to meet the waiting family, whereupon my hubby, sardonic eyebrow raised, says, "Probably not appropriate to ask a guy to show him his 'bare wiggler' in public."
All that, and I still don't know what a "Bear Hug" Wiggler is.
But I'm pretty sure I still want one. Now I have a great cougar story to with it.