The blonde lady dressed in fur approached the counter in a huff.
“Where is your Elf on the Shelf section?”
“We’re sold out, sorry. We have a wait list of about 200 people,” I said in what I hoped was a very grave manner.
She stepped back from the counter, eyes wide. “You can’t be serious! I left my daughter’s Elf in Texas. What am I going to do now?” She threw up her hands.