“Heath Ledger is my spirit guide,” says the fat, balding teenage girl sitting opposite me.
Riiiiight. Well, I didn’t get into teen counselling for the boredom.
I nod, interested (Nod #1, as taught by any good counselling course, even psychology).
“Does he talk to you? Or just… guide?” I ask, genuinely intrigued despite myself. DON’T encourage her, I warn myself.
“Oh, he talks…” she says, dreamily, “Mostly he tells me… to kill people. Specific people. People he doesn’t like.”
“I see!” I say, panicking slightly and doing my best to keep the I’ve-heard-it-all-before expression (Expression #1, ditto) on my face.
The girl bursts into laughter.
“Oh, your FACE!” she giggles.
I relax and carefully restrain myself from muttering something about smart-arse teens.
“So, you were winding me up?” I ask.
“Winding you…?” she asks.
“Taking the piss,” I say.
“Oh… yeah, sorry,” she says, sobering, “I couldn’t resist. And Heath told me it’d be fun.” She smirks a little.
Oh. Not ALL a wind-up, then.
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Hollywood has a lot to answer for
Frickin’ hilarious.
For a moment, I was going… “OMG, HEATH LEDGER IS THE DEVIL.”
Or somewhat.
Glad the spirit guide has a sense of humor!