{"id":33301,"date":"2015-05-04T12:25:41","date_gmt":"2015-05-04T17:25:41","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/stories.daddytales.com\/?p=2571"},"modified":"2015-05-04T12:25:41","modified_gmt":"2015-05-04T17:25:41","slug":"the-button","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.pat-matthews.com\/stories\/2015\/05\/04\/the-button\/","title":{"rendered":"The Button"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>My youngest son and I were in CVS the other day, picking up a prescription. As we waited for it to be finished, we wandered through the toy aisle.<\/p>\n<p>Most of the toys were pretty typical stuff, nothing that really grabbed his attention. He did stop, however, at a large red button. It had the words &#8220;PRESS ME&#8221; in bold white letters across its middle.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;What&#8217;s this?&#8221; he asked me.<\/p>\n<p>I had no idea. &#8220;A button,&#8221; I said.<\/p>\n<p>He glanced around to make sure no one was watching, then shot his hand out to press it.<\/p>\n<p>DING, a\u00a0bell sounded over the intercom. &#8220;Customer assistance needed in the toy aisle,&#8221; DING, &#8220;Customer assistance in the toy aisle.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>He and I looked at each other, then at the button. Right there, in little white letters beneath the PRESS ME, were the words &#8220;for assistance.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Never mind,&#8221; I said loudly to the store. &#8220;No assistance needed.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;We&#8217;re all fine here,&#8221; he added. &#8220;Really. Situation normal.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&#8230;and we ran out of the aisle.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>If you&#8217;re gonna put a big PRESS ME button in the middle of your toy section, you should expect it to be pressed. Enjoy!<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true,"jetpack_social_post_already_shared":false,"jetpack_social_options":{"image_generator_settings":{"template":"highway","default_image_id":0,"font":"","enabled":false},"version":2}},"categories":[122,119],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-33301","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-daddytales-n","category-daddytales-funny"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p6DpYi-8F7","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.pat-matthews.com\/stories\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/33301","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.pat-matthews.com\/stories\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.pat-matthews.com\/stories\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.pat-matthews.com\/stories\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.pat-matthews.com\/stories\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=33301"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.pat-matthews.com\/stories\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/33301\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.pat-matthews.com\/stories\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=33301"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.pat-matthews.com\/stories\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=33301"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.pat-matthews.com\/stories\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=33301"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}