SANTA, EWWW!

The large coffee that kept me warm as I visited both of my grandpa's wanted a quick exodus. The most logical place in a mall would be the food court. So, as I'm finishing up, the door of one of the stalls behind me opens up as the toilet flushes. Out walks Santa! I guess, after how many hours of having scared/whiny/indifferent kids sitting on his lap and taking a pic, he probably needs a bio break as well. Had my hands not been occupied, I might have whipped out my phone to snap a cool candid shot of Santa. Before I have a second thought, he bolts, to join his rent-a-cop escort waiting outside. What?! SANTA DIDN'T WASH HIS HANDS AS HE RETURNS TO THE MOB OF KIDS WAITING TO GET A PICTURE WITH HIM!!

Don't mess with him, though!