Hogwarts: The Continuing Education Years

| | Right | April 3, 2008

(It’s the Harry Potter Midnight party. Customers are dressed as characters from the book. Most are children, but there are also some overly enthusiastic/creepy adults wandering around.)

Lone Witch Lady: “This is so exciting! What are you doing with the boxes that the books came in? Can I have one?”

Me: “I don’t see why not, but I’ll have to ask my manager.” *asks manager* “I’m sorry, we have to keep them for inventory.”

Lone Witch Lady: “Are you sure? My cats would love one. ”

Me: “Your…cats? Would they seriously love a Harry Potter cardboard box more than a plain cardboard box?”

Lone Witch Lady: “Oh, yes!”

Me: “I’m sorry, ma’am, we can’t give them away. Um, have you tried the Bertie Bots Bean Counting Contest?”

Lone Witch Lady: “Ooh!” *scampers off*

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  • Jessica B

    You know, just because an adult likes something meant for a younger audience doesn’t make them creepy. Juvenile? Naive? Immature? Innocent-minded? Easily entertained? Gaining enjoyment out of the simple things? Or maybe even just really into a really good book series? Perhaps. But having a childish hobby isn’t, in and of itself, creepy.

    Reserve “creepy” for those who converse with the younger kids in character while their parents have stepped away or those trying to convince other patrons to let them come over to their houses because “We’d be in the same house, which makes us best friends now!” A woman who wants a Harry Potter logo-clad box for her cats is borderline normal.