It is not a full moon. It is not Halloween . . . yet. It is not . . . well, it's not anything except a normal, fall day. Yet, driving back to work after my lunch break I transformed. I turned into a full fledged witch, albeit with a car instead of a broom. And I didn't have a wart on my nose or pointy shoes. But, still, I was a witch. I could blame it on something in the air. I could blame it on cold medication. I could blame it on magic. The real truth? The mutated aliens driving next to me, in front of me, practically on top of me, cutting me off, turning in front of me, not signaling, not paying attention. Probably thinking about their plan to take over the world. And making me very very angry, and making me think bad things . . . like "YOU IDIOT!!!" "WHY DON'T YOU TRY SIGNALING?!" "GET OFF THE ROAD, STUPID!!" Yes, I only thought those things . . . I didn't say them out loud. I was, though, screaming (cackling) in my mind - at the top of my ugly witch lungs.
Yes, I turned into a witch today. And it's all the mutated aliens' fault.
