Every holiday season, Jeff (AKA 2F’s), and I trek to Lenox Mall here in Atlanta to do our Christmas shopping in a ridiculously short amount of time. Even so, every year I look forward to that time, because the holiday music and decorations always bring out the Christmas spirit in me. Jeff and I usually have a few laughs, too.
One Christmas I was overcome by a little too much Christmas spirit. It was December of ’97. Jeff and I had wandered into F.A.O. Schwartz, and he pointed at a pyramind-shaped display of plush Tiggers from Winnie the Pooh. He rushed over and picked one up.
“Have you heard about these?” he asked.
I shook my head. “What are they?” I asked.
“So, what do they do?”
“Watch,” Jeff said, then he pushed down on the doll’s head, and it began hopping up and down, saying,” Bouncin’ is what Tiggers do best!”
Jeff and I both laughed. It was so funny and cute. I guess it must have released some endorphins in my body, because I wanted to see it again. I pushed down on the Bouncing Tigger and it repeated its performance.
Like a drug addict, I wanted more. Without thinking, I immediately pushed down the heads on all of the Bouncing Tiggers on the display. The whole streak of toy tigers hopped to life. However, the display was not constructed for 20 Bouncing Tiggers to all hop at once, so the display collapsed on top of me. I guess you could say this ambush of tigers ambushed me.
As soon as I gathered my wits, I jumped up and stepped away from the display and pointed at Jeff. “He did it!”