Mistaken Identity

While waiting in line to order a burrito at Chipolte, I was mistaken for the summer version of Santa Claus. Girl of about 3 comes in with her mom and breaks out in a big smile and starts waving her arms. The slightly thinner build than winter Santa and short cropped mostly white beard.....  Maybe I am the summer Santa.

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