Please touch the bear
And what if she actually touched a teddy bear? Is it now worth more to the buyer? Those are the questions that follow a recent visit to a local toy store by the world famous Celine and her son and spouse. Don’t get me wrong, I think being a fan is a wonderful hobby, but I also understand that fan is derived from fanatic (thank you, my teachers that were etymologists at heart).
Here’s the specifics: while Celine and her kid were hanging around Montreal after a really big show, somebody got the bright idea that a visit to a local toy store in the middle of the night was the answer to some moment of ennui. Or perhaps not local… they flew over from Montreal to Quebec in their private jet, were escorted by police to the store and allowed to shop to their hearts’ content before finishing off the evening in a suite at the Chateau Frontenac. When you have enough money, the posted hours of business are no longer applicable, and so the happy trio (with their aides and bodyguards and who knows how many members of the posse) simply flew from there to here, for a chance to charge up the credit cards at Benjo. Nice enough shop, I’ve been by their window and admired the giant frog. Celine actually had her picture taken with it. No remarks about separated at birth will be tolerated from the peanut gallery.
It’s been almost a week, and the fans are still continuing to vist the store in droves. The clerks continue to receive the obvious questions, along the lines of “What did they buy?” and “Did she touch the bear?”. I kid you not. No remarks about toys being smarter than fans will be tolerated from the peanut gallery, either.
If the owners have this one figured out, there will soon be a sign in the store window: “Celine shops here!”. Toys will bear “Approved by Celine” stickers; even the bears. The sky is the limit.
