You're at a local toy store looking for a present for your baby cousin's birthday this afternoon. You pick up an Elmo toy that moves and danves because you know that little Riley loves Elmo. When you tickle it's tummy it giggles too, you think it's cute. Once you decide that that's her gift, you bring it to the register to see a young man in a white shirt and jeans working the register. His arms are marked with tattoos and he has big curly hair with a bandana. You feel a bit embarrassed as he checks out your elmo toy.
"It's not for me." You say with a giggle.
"Well, my name isn't Elmo, but you can tickle me any time you want to."
