If you die and go to hell you are sent straight to a mall to serve the public during the Christmas holiday season. Any feelings of goodwill and faith can be shattered in just a few minutes of working in the midst of all of the "Christmas Spirit." I witnessed mother and daughter scream fests, horrible displays of too large women wearing too small clothes,
harassment and theft. It was not pretty.
This time of my life was a short two months managing the Lane's Christmas kiosk. It was so bad the day after Christmas I fled all the way out to Colorado. I call this time simply "The Kiosk."