I do.
It occurred in the early 70's when I was at the tender age of 8 and entered the Sears Building on Olympic and Soto:
I was chaperoned by my parents and another couple of friends of theirs. Things started off innocently enough until we came to the Toy Section and I saw this:
They had one out of the box on display in the center of the Toy Section.
Oh, sweet Jesus. I had never seen anything like that before. I had to have it, even though I never knew anything about The King Of The Daredevils.
I told my parents that it was imperative that I acquire this toy. My dad looked at the price tag and said, "No."
As an only child, with an audience, I figured I had an Ace up my sleeve; I performed a double Tsukahara that Mary Lou Retton would have been proud of, and then commenced with the Mother of all Tantrums on the Toy Floor of the Soto Sears.
I remember my dad starting to unfasten his belt while saying, "I'll take care of this."
Before he could go any further, the female friend of the couple that joined us got in between the belt and me and made some comment along the lines of, "Oh, he's a good boy, just buy it for him!"
My friends, not only did she spare me of the beat-down that I so rightfully earned that evening, but she allowed me to take home one of arguably the best toys ever made:
anyone else?
It occurred in the early 70's when I was at the tender age of 8 and entered the Sears Building on Olympic and Soto:
I was chaperoned by my parents and another couple of friends of theirs. Things started off innocently enough until we came to the Toy Section and I saw this:
They had one out of the box on display in the center of the Toy Section.
Oh, sweet Jesus. I had never seen anything like that before. I had to have it, even though I never knew anything about The King Of The Daredevils.
I told my parents that it was imperative that I acquire this toy. My dad looked at the price tag and said, "No."
As an only child, with an audience, I figured I had an Ace up my sleeve; I performed a double Tsukahara that Mary Lou Retton would have been proud of, and then commenced with the Mother of all Tantrums on the Toy Floor of the Soto Sears.
I remember my dad starting to unfasten his belt while saying, "I'll take care of this."
Before he could go any further, the female friend of the couple that joined us got in between the belt and me and made some comment along the lines of, "Oh, he's a good boy, just buy it for him!"
My friends, not only did she spare me of the beat-down that I so rightfully earned that evening, but she allowed me to take home one of arguably the best toys ever made:
anyone else?
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