I was eating a grilled chicken wrap for lunch today at Chick-Fil-A. U-Mall is always relatively empty during that time, but for some reason, there were more people than usual in Chick-Fil-A. I sat facing the counter this time instead of facing the mall, so I couldn't see who was coming in behind me. A heavier hispanic woman came in and was holding the women's bathroom door open looking towards the entrance for a good five minutes. I didn't bother to turn around and see what she was looking at, and I'm glad I didn't because it would have taken the delight out of my reaction when I saw...the tubby five-year-old hispanic boy wearing a tank-top and shorts sort of waddlely-run in to the open bathroom door.
They were in the bathroom together for like ten minutes and I had totally forgotten that they were in there until...the tubby ball of amusement flung open the bathroom door and looked utterly confused. He started yelling out as loud as he could "Papi!? PAPI!?" He was looking around for his dad with that look of instant fear that kids get when they are lost or can't find their parents [read: abandonment"]. Then he looked out into the mall and saw his dad sitting at a table in the mall. His facial expression changed, he lit up, took in a breath so that his rotund little tummy filled and he yelled, "Que tal Papi! QUE TAL!!" He went full speed ahead through the restaurant right into his dad's arms.
Sure, it was close to child abuse that he was so severely under-dressed for the suddenly cold weather. But still hilarious and utterly priceless.
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