The Prankster and the Jester

I was working as Court Jester at FAO Schwarz in San Francisco. The Toy Soldier was on lunch break, so I spelled him at the door.

Working the door as Toy Soldier was pure hell, as you had to stand erect under a 12-pound hat with nothing to do for eight hours except opening the door, saluting the customers, and staring at the huge clock across the street, wondering what the hell you were doing with your theater degree. As Court Jester, on the other hand, I had free reign to fuck with every person who passed by, either Read more