My folks like to tell the story about when we went to Disney and searched all over for Minnie Mouse. When we finally found her in the late afternoon, my father tried to take the picture but I kept craning my neck to see behind Minnie. Later, when asked why I wouldn’t pose for the picture after all that time we’d spent looking for her, I said, “So hey, Dad, guess what?” He said, “Okay, what?” I said, “That was the real Minnie Mouse.” “Oh?” he said. “Yeah,” I said. “No zippers!”
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