Book store shenanigans

Funny thing happened to me at the Waldenbooks in the Burlington Mall today: I was wearing my spring/fall quirkiness ensamble -- a black velvet cloak over an Oleg Cassini men's rain jacket, topped off with my fedora -- when this rambunctious little boy came running up to me, looked me up and down and said, "You look like a witch". Needless to say, I was standing there with books 3 and 4 of (yep) the Dresden Files... So I replied, "I think I look more like a wizard." Said the pint-sized interloper, "You're a witch" and scooted off. I was tempted to mess with him and cackle at him like the Wicked Witch of the West, or make airy gestures with my hands and say something like, "Hocus pocus, alakazaam, turn this kid into a lamb", but he was too quick for me, dangit.