A quick non-sequential story
As I was pulling into the parking lot at DIA, I discovered a rather scraggly Santa standing next to the ticket machine. He greeted me with a solid “Merry Christmas!” and pushed the ticket button for me.
He handed me my ticket and a small tube as he said, “Here’s something for your beautiful lips.” Then he lifted his sunglasses and took a closer look at me.
“And honey,” he said, “You’ve got bea-U-ti-ful lips! Whoo!”