I was gone for three minutes

Last night at the mall, I let the ladies out at the door in a mix of chivalry, black ice and near zero degree wind chill.

It took maybe three minutes to park and trudge in the door. This is what I found:


An enterprising saleswoman thought it would be a good idea to get Caroline interested in Bloomingdales early and gave her one of their iconic bags. In PR, we call this 'recruiting brand ambassadors'. In daddy language, we call this a problem.