Scary Things

There were quite a few books and movies that truly freaked me out when I was younger. I still can't figure out why. Especially when they are other NORMAL people's faves. Yes. Normal people are scary, aren't they?

I was totally inspired to write this post by Hannah/Palindrome.

They are not in any order at all, just by memory alone. I'm sure I'll forget one or two things that creeped me out too much, but my brain shut them away.

Fern Gully.

My sis just bought this for my other sis, Rae, for her birthday and I still got shivers thinking of watching it. Can't you feel yourself just beginning to tremble in fear? No? Huh. That's weird.

Pinocchio

Man, those donkey's were SCARY! I was terrified of turning into a donkey and then being swallowed by a whale for years! In fact, I'm at the beach right now, and looking out at the ocean *shudders* I'm not growing a tail yet, so that's a good sign.

Pagemaster

I didn't even see all of this movie (just part of it on TV once) and it gave me nightmares for years.

Where the Wild Things Are

I was so scared of this I refused to read it. Only recently my friend read it to me when we stopped in a Barnes and Noble. It wasn't really scary anymore, I just found it stupid instead. It was weird. Just weird.

There is another book that I was completely TERRIFIED of. It had a little bear, or something, that went out into the woods late at night and there were creepy creatures with lanterns. I thought it was Little Bear, but it wasn't. If I ever remember I'll post it up here, but for now that's all I can remember.

Retail Wednesdays!

Sonshine and I are doing this whole, Retail Wednesday, and I really want to do this post (even though I really don't have time for this right now), so I'm just going to make it really quick, okay? (And I have a post I'm trying to do, but I'm having issues with cameras again, so it might be a little while.)

Anyway. Here is the next installment of Retail Wednesday:

Looking for books...

This happened a while ago, and it is similar to other stories I have told before, but I will try to make it as interesting as possible:

A customer calls saying that she is looking for a book.

"Yes?" I say, waiting.

"Well, it's by some guy named Dobson."

Uh-oh. This is not a good sign. "James Dobson?"

"Yes! That's it!"

"Well, do you know what the name of the book was?"

"Something about parenting," (almost all of his books are on parenting.) "I don't know, I thought it was kinda' expensive" (insert awkward laugh here).

I stare at the phone. So far she has been as helpful as a rabbit on drugs.

I am a bunny on drugs...?

"Well, he's written a lot of books, so I kinda' need a title."

There's a pause.

"Um... Do you know the title?" I ask.

"No."

"I can't look it up without the title."

"Fine! I'm going to Borders!" *click*

Mumbling, "They're going to need the title too..."

It was kind of disappointing, because I was hoping she would call Borders and have Sonshine pick up the phone. Because then Sonshine could have gone Karate on her.

Cat-rate Chop!

Then there was the time this older lady came up. She smiled.

"Would you like a cookie?"

"No! Never trust old ladies!" *shove*

I smiled.

I smile like a gorilla. Yay!

"Do you have a book. It is published by such-and-such, is 8 and 1/2 by 11, and has a blue cover."

(Why do they always have a blue cover?)

"You don't know the author or title?"

"No. But it's 8 and 1/2 by 11. There's not a lot of books like that."

I stare at her, unable to scream that I can not look up a book by the publisher, book size, or cover art. Mostly because she is a cute old lady, but also because my boss would probably fire me faster than two speeding grandpas.

"I will beat you, grandpa-man, with my shiny red scooter!"