Prince Albert Tales
I cautiously made my way down the school hallway,. It was my first time playing Santa. I was anxious. Suddenly a boy about eleven appeared. Dressed in a hockey jacket, he swaggered – a self assured tough guy walk. Showing he was too old for this Santa stuff he grinned and said, “You’re too skinny to be Santa. Oh well, you better get in there. They’re waiting.”
Have you ever spilled processed oil, in particular automobile oil on your clothes? Disconcerting, messy, and very hard to remove, isn’t it? Well imagine walking to work, minding your own business, when suddenly you are sprayed by a fine mist of such oil. Or imagine hanging out your freshly washed clothes to dry in the warm, beautiful sun, going into the house to get a cup of coffee, looking out the kitchen window only to see the wash covered in droplets of ugly black oil. Or imagine going out to your prized automobile to find it spotted with oil. Or perhaps envisage stepping outside after a late lunch to find your newly painted white house dotted with dark oily stains, and your coveted lawn and garden flooded in oil.