And entitled Karen demands that I leave the public library, all because I look like Santa and I'm somehow distracting her kid.

Here's what happened.

So to start things out, I am homeless.

No, I don't drink and I don't do any substances.

I am trying to get a job, but finding employment when homeless is not an easy task.

And this is just a few facts about me that I need to get out of the way.

Every few days I take a trip to the library to charge my phone and batteries so I can keep my phone on and working.

I typically spend three to four hours in a quiet corner of the library glued to the power outlet that's charging my phone.

Well, today I had a cute and then frustrating interaction between a little kid and their

entitled parent.

I walked through the sliding doors of the library and wandered around looking for an open chair near an outlet to sit and charge my phone.

That's when I heard this little voice shout out in excitement and glee.

It's Santa! I then heard the pitter-patters of little boots running over to me.

Now, I get it, I really do.

A big bearded man dressed up in red, with big black bags and an oversized backpack strapped

over his shoulders, any little kid would easily mistake me for the big jollyman.

The kids stopped right in front of me.

She was clenching her fist tight, trembling in excitement.

She could not have been more than four years old at least.

She looked up at me, her eyes opened wide and uttered the word,

Hi, Santa!

And when she said that, honestly, it made me smile and I laughed.

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