I had finished my ice cream already, and was sitting bored in the restaurant waiting for my slowpoke sister to finish hers.
“Fuzzy wuzzy wuz a bear…” I recited.
Mom suddenly grew pale.
“Fuzzy wuzzy had no hair…”
“Shut up!” mom stage-whispered to me.
“Fuzzy wuzzy wasn’t fuzzy, wuz ‘e?”
Mom’s face turned red as she sputtered “We’re leaving now, come on.”
I turned to face the door and couldn’t help but notice the bald biker sitting immediately behind me.