Christmas 1980
It’s almost Christmas 1980, and I, a teenager, am in the hospital due to illness. I have been informed that I will have to stay in the hospital for the entire holiday, and my parents are doing their best to accommodate all my wishes. The most popular toy that year was a memory game called Simon, and all the kids wanted it for Christmas. I told my father that I also wanted a Simon. I remember both my dad and I knew there was no way to find anything like this until a few days before Christmas, and sure enough, all the stores had sold out weeks before. Nevertheless, my father decided to at least try.
My dad is standing in front of the completely empty Simon shelf in the biggest toy store in town, trying to figure out how to tell me he couldn’t buy me a Simon. One of the store employees named Matt comes up to my dad with a special vest and even a name tag and asks how he can help him. After hearing the story, he asks my father to follow him. Matt takes my dad to the store’s warehouse and hands him the only remaining Simon box from a large, empty shelf.
When my father is about to pay for his purchase at the cash register, the cashier asks him where he found this box because all the Simons have been sold for a long time. My father tells the story and the woman tells my father with confusion and horror that no one named Matt works in this store. My dad describes Matt, and all the now-curious store employees assure him that no Matt has ever worked there. That Christmas was special for me and my father, but to this day and several decades later, my father and I have no explanation for it.