Saleschild

In the flicker of his judgmental gray eyes, that saleschild had transformed my brightly sentimental, joy-to-the-world, pre-Christmas spree to a shambles.

“That's a fifty-inch screen,” the saleschild informs Rose for the second time, shifting to his left to talk past Rafferty.

Still, be gentle with saleschildren. Odds are, this little boy didn’t take it into his own head to terrorize you with Christian M&M’s.