Here Comes Santa Clause

I think I met santa clause today!
He must have been off duty because he was dressed in a brown bomber jacket, with a brown scarf, and jeans. But he fit the description perfectly: round belly, curly grey hair, rosie cheeks, jolly jolly jolly.

I was standing at the gas pump, waiting for my parent's 32 gallon SUV to fill up, when "santa" at the pump next to me, noticed me coughing a little bit.

He said, "You're not getting sick are you?"

I answered, "No, just some leftovers from the swine flu."
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He continued by telling me all about how he was a school bus driver, and how he hadn't gotten sick in 9 years. He was trying to convince me to take this secret vitamin that cures everything. I always thought that Santa would be a school bus driver.

His car finished filling up, and he turned to me and said, "You and your family have a wonderful Christmas, ok? It was nice to meet you."
And then he disappeared before I had time to say goodbye.

I swear to you, it was Santa.

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10 minutes later I pull into Walgreens to pick up some pictures. Who walks in after me?

Well of course! Mr. Man That I Think is Santa.

He doesn't see me, but I hear him ask the cashier how she's doing. She says, "wonderful."

He says, "I like that answer. That's how we all should be!"

I swear. I swear. I swear, it was Santa.