For reasons I won’t go into, Alex and I wanted to swing by GhettoRoss on our way to Union Square yesterday. Inside Ross, Alex took one look at the ghetto clothes and the ghetto lines and the screaming babies and unattended children and wisely remarked, “This looks like the last hours of the Titanic.”
We instantly gave up and got back in the car, maneuvering around an ambulance just as they loaded their patient on a stretcher.
“Oh my god. That’s Santa.”
Lo and behold, an actual GhettoMall Santa was being wheeled into an ambulance.
“Santa!” Alex screamed. “No!”
“Oh my god, that is amazing.”
My baby brother rolled down his window and hollered. “There won’t be a Christmas! Santa is dead!”
“Seriously. We’re watching Santa get loaded into an ambulance on December 23rd.”
“Shit, Beth.” My brother sighed. “I love your neighborhood.”