He wasn't even a SANTA!!!
Ok so this Lost and Found thing is interesting.
So, durring Santa on Saturday. Some Santa comes up to Santa Starchy and I, waving a black bag in the air yelling trying to find it's Santa. Starchy takes on the charge of yelling with the aid of the bull horn and I grab the bag.
Soon Santa is off to the next place.
Next day @ Naughty Santa I am given the 'lost bag' thinking I would get MY lost bag. Doh! My bag is still lost and now I have someone else's lost bag instead.
I root though the bag to find a clue as to how to return to it's Santa.
I find ;
1 lefty aroured motorcycle glove
2 cork screws
1 broken light up pen
1 SHOCKER Pen (ouch!)
some misc motorcycle tools
1 Leatherman type tool
2 hotel looking named tags that say PAUL
Some physical therapy instructions
Invoice from a Physical therapist
Black t shirt
dirty black socks
pair of athletic shoes
post-it note from Jill, saying she was sorry, but it was fun
Keys, house keys, car keys
small change
So, now I know Santa's name. And I start looking. It's 4am and I can't call the Santa's physical therapist at 4am.
There are a LOT of Paul Maniscalco's in the world.
I google and get doctors in back east.
I online yellow pages looked him up.
But the long and short is I get 2 Pauls calling me back. One is the right Santa, one is not. I determine that the Priest is not Santa. The other Paul calls me and is cuffed that his bag is found.
I'm his new hero. I wonder who I replaced?
He just came and got the bag. He asked "How'd you get my bag again?"
I tell him 200 Santas and such and he is mystified. I ask weren't you with Santa. He says "No". But he was there, in his off hours as a Bartender at SWIG, where Santa went. He was there but he didn't see us. Not only does it turn out he isn't a Santa, he was so blind drunk (his own words) he didn't SEE Santa.
So Santa Robbed this dude by mistake. I just laughed and laughed. He thought it was funny to. No harm done or intended. Funny this the Santa that handed me the bag was trying to help another Santa Out.
So, durring Santa on Saturday. Some Santa comes up to Santa Starchy and I, waving a black bag in the air yelling trying to find it's Santa. Starchy takes on the charge of yelling with the aid of the bull horn and I grab the bag.
Soon Santa is off to the next place.
Next day @ Naughty Santa I am given the 'lost bag' thinking I would get MY lost bag. Doh! My bag is still lost and now I have someone else's lost bag instead.
I root though the bag to find a clue as to how to return to it's Santa.
I find ;
1 lefty aroured motorcycle glove
2 cork screws
1 broken light up pen
1 SHOCKER Pen (ouch!)
some misc motorcycle tools
1 Leatherman type tool
2 hotel looking named tags that say PAUL
Some physical therapy instructions
Invoice from a Physical therapist
Black t shirt
dirty black socks
pair of athletic shoes
post-it note from Jill, saying she was sorry, but it was fun
Keys, house keys, car keys
small change
So, now I know Santa's name. And I start looking. It's 4am and I can't call the Santa's physical therapist at 4am.
There are a LOT of Paul Maniscalco's in the world.
I google and get doctors in back east.
I online yellow pages looked him up.
But the long and short is I get 2 Pauls calling me back. One is the right Santa, one is not. I determine that the Priest is not Santa. The other Paul calls me and is cuffed that his bag is found.
I'm his new hero. I wonder who I replaced?
He just came and got the bag. He asked "How'd you get my bag again?"
I tell him 200 Santas and such and he is mystified. I ask weren't you with Santa. He says "No". But he was there, in his off hours as a Bartender at SWIG, where Santa went. He was there but he didn't see us. Not only does it turn out he isn't a Santa, he was so blind drunk (his own words) he didn't SEE Santa.
So Santa Robbed this dude by mistake. I just laughed and laughed. He thought it was funny to. No harm done or intended. Funny this the Santa that handed me the bag was trying to help another Santa Out.