Gee, I would have thought that if an adult bothered to speak to a department store Santa, she'd realize she was talking to an adult human being and that only little kids held Santa to a behavioral code suited only for mythological constructs. Apparently that's not the case.

I know San Francisco has its share of wackos, but I sort of assumed their excess tended toward the lenient and nonjudgmental end of the spectrum, not the uptight and puritanical.