To that lady

While dragging tired whiny children through the craziness of Downtown Disney our fist night, Hudson spotted a sugar shoppe with every sweet treat he could dream of.  In an attempt to mitigate some of the meltdown, we bribed with something from the store.  As we walked to the doorway we passed a group of giggly ladies.  One stretched out a hand with her phone as another asked,"are you that guy from the Master Card commercials?"  No. I am not kidding.  They then asked for pictures with Barks.  

To that Lady, thanks a lot.  I now have to live with the resulting ego ripple.