My step mother was a merchandiser for American Greetings back in the 80’s and 90’s. I was the Easter bunny at a promotional event once.

That suit was a torture chamber. A fluffy iron maiden. The inside smelled of people desperate for air that was not fetid with their own evaporated sweat.

But, a bunch of cheerleaders from my school sat on my lap… Seventeen year old me consider that an even exchange.

Soon

And this is why these have mesh over the mouth now!