When Addie was about 6 months old or so, Casey pulled out her sewing machine and she made Addie something called a woobie. Addie’s woobie is made of a soft purple cloth about 6 inches wide and about 10 inches long. Along the edges of the woobie are little ribbons sewn into the cloth to resemble tags. Each ribbon is made of different material and of different widths.
Needless to say, woobie is a one of a kind item and it turned into Addie’s most prized possession. Woobie went everywhere with us. EVERYWHERE. Losing woobie wasn’t an option, and I’m shocked Addie, now nearly 9-years-old, still has woobie tucked between her arms right now up in her bed, but that doesn’t mean there weren’t a few close calls. Considering the number of very close calls throughout the many adventures of woobie, we’re very lucky that Addie still has that lump of smelly purple cloth.
One time while we were roaming the mall in downtown Indianapolis, we nearly ended up home without woobie. I don’t remember why we were in the downtown mall in Indianapolis. It certainly wasn’t for anything important. At that time Addie was only about 3-years-old and was used to riding around in a stroller.
At some point that evening we all stopped at a fountain so that Addie could toss a few coins into the fountain. Tossing coins and making wishes was one of Addie’s favorite daytime past-times. We pulled Addie out of the stroller and Casey and I sat on the top of the fountain and by sitting on the fountain I mean we sat on something that looked and felt an awful lot like a bench. A few minutes later a mall security guard shouted at us, “Do not sit on the mall fixtures.”
What? Who calls a mall fountain a fixture?
This mall security guard was serious. He didn’t want us sitting on the mall’s fountain, er fixture. It didn’t matter that the mall’s fixture was square and about 30 feet long and 10 feet wide and exactly bench high with a top that resembled that of a bench Here’s a little tip for all you mall designers out there, if you don’t want customers to sit on your fixtures, don’t design them to look exactly like a built in bench — or hire, you know, a security guard who actually knows what the point of the bench looking fixture is.
Anyway, I began to laugh not believing what I was hearing from the security guard I very loudly and mockingly told Casey that we obviously shouldn’t have been sitting on the bench shaped fixture and that we should be on our way home.
Twenty minutes later as we were about to exit the mall, we realized we were missing woobie and sheer panic commenced. We raced through the mall to all of our previous stops checking to see if anyone had turned woobie into a lost and found, but we didn’t have any luck. When we were out of places to look, we began to dread the very tear filled conversation we were going to have to have with Addie later that night. With all hope gone, we gave up and turned to leave the mall.
Then from behind us that same fixture enforcing mall security guard asked us, “Did you forget this?” He was holding out a funny looking purple cloth for us to take. Never had I been so happy to see a mall security guard before. That fixture enforcing mall security guard ended up saving the day, and the life of woobie.
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