We had small flyers that carried this message and on the back, a list of alternative DVDs that Ria’s son researched and provided.
We sang four songs, including We are the Raging Grannies in case people had not caught the international buzz about our group. We don’t want people thinking that what they are seeing is an extemporaneous conference of crazy-ladies in drag-gone-wrong at that December moment with Jingle Bells playing obnoxiously on the store’s intercom.
We finished our numbers and were busily passing flyers, often explaining the benefits of giving children suitable toys when a couple of security guards approached. They were boys, really, in blue uniforms of authority, truncheons at their sides, young enough to be our grandchildren or great-grandchildren.
Thus began the demise of our Gran Christmas Outing. They said go, we said not yet. We dawdled, more guards came. Soon, the paddy wagon would arrive to take us away. That was the threat as we were herded down the escalator towards the exit.
We were in the centre less than an hour. Was this worthwhile? Were we effective? Yes. Could we have done things differently to be more effective? Possibly. It’s something to consider. |
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