You know, a few years ago, I took the train from Chicago to DC, and it was a full train. No switching, the conductor stated. Well, I sat next to a voo doo witch...who wanted to have both seats to stretch out in the night. She told me to move, or she would kill me in the night! She said she was God, and she put a hex on me! She rattled all kinds of stuff....I told her that she couldn’t hurt me, because I knew God, and she wasn’t Him! She shut up.
I glanced across the isle to see a mother and her grown son, with their jaws dropped and their eyes as wide as saucers! They had heard the whole thing, and they were terrified! We all went to the conductor, who agreed to move me...but they had to stay!
Always thought I was a sissy for moving, but after the guy was hacked to death, in the bus in Canada, kinda think I made the right choice. At least I could sleep that night...the mother and her son didn’t! I talked to them in DC and they said she was putting hexes on them until the son got fed up. He had a bear claw...from where I don’t know...but he waved it at her and spouted some mumbo jumbo, and she quickly turned away and left them alone!
So, maybe it isn’t so weird to get anointed against witchcraft?
Wow, the kid had a bear claw?
Most I’ve ever carried is a rabbit’s foot.
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bah-DUM-ching
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Yes I DO know it is a donut. :)