Quoth Sharsarannon
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It was easy to get them to give me a wide path, though. After all, they thought I was a witch. I could draw a doodle on something that meant nothing, and they wouldn't touch it. Okay, so I guess in some ways, I did encourage it. But they started it.

My dad (who had the "root finger") could get this one superstitious guy to clear out of the shop by pulling off piece of mechanic's dum dum (putty), roll it up, and toss it into the guy's bay. (they worked in a garage). The guy would run and hide. He didn't even know what the old man had tossed in. I should probably note that this guy was a really annoying jerk, and pretty much asked for it. Dad wasn't just picking on him for no reason. He thought the old man was putting a "gypsy curse" on him.

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