A friend of mine just told me this story:
"So I was at this cafe getting a drink during this film screening next-door at the bookstore... there was this lady in line in front of me with her little kid(Maaaaybe 5 or 6 years old). So the kid is chillin' on the counter, playing with a dunny(no joke) and the lady points at my shirt(WKY) and says to her little boy "hey, look at that, what's that?!" and the little boy turned away and started crying! Even though this whole situation was totally the mom's fault, I felt bad- so I was like "it's not a scary monster, it's a nice monster" and then the little kid was all cool with it and started making his dunny dance on the counter, etc. The lady bought 2 cookies, but didn't give me any...
THE END. "
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