November 19, 2003

  • So I was at work the other night and I was trying to help these two kids and their poor granma find a book. I say poor granma because the oldest child, maybe eight years old, was an absolute monster. I wanted to backhand the vicous little demon myself, and I do not advocate physical violence for any reason. But seriously, this kid needed to be euthanized for everyone’s peace of mind before the hormones hit in a few years and the $hit really hits the fan.


    For the entire half hour they were there, the little creature was calling her granmother cheap, being insulting to her, and generally being a pain in the a$$. I don’t know what her mother’s like, but it was obvious granma was at her wits end.


    So anyway, they were in the magic section of the store. The eight year old, fed on Harry Potter, fancied herself a witch. I was surprised the granma was so tolerant as to even agree to buy something like that. Most older folk would be scandalized, buying the books the kid chose. And if she were Pagan herself, I doubt she’d have been buying the books the little demon was picking out. I’m sure she would have put the little demoness in her place. Honestly, I can see why the Christians say Harry Potter is Satanic with dumba$$e$ like this kid soaking it up. And I’m a fan of Potter.


    The monster couldn’t find a book that she’d seen on Amazon, and I went over to try to help. Honestly I didn’t want her to find the book and actually, I didn’t find it although the computer said we had two. I would have liked to have taken the little commercial spellbooks from her as well. If I had my way… well, quite a few books in that section would be sent back to their publishers and quite a few different ones would find their way to the shelves. Unfortunately, the bubble-gum witchery sells, and big bookstores always cater to the lowest common denominator.


    I pretty much gave up and walked away when the brat burst out with “Well Muggles don’t understand magic anyway!” in a snotty little screech.


    Oh, I was so tempted to tell her I was a witch… so… sooooooooo tempted. Watch her little jaw drop open. The little fangs distend.


    But, well you know, you have to be careful around the muggles and the Potter-groupies.


     

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