19 years in the nations oldest store…not JUST the oldest but located in Hollywood CA. Oh the sites I have seen…oh the stories I have to tell.
Heart of Hollywood. 7 days a week at one point…no less than 5 at other times. Some of the best times, some of the most trying times but I enjoyed owning Panpipes Magickal Marketplace.
Let me tell you one…gather round and listen close….this story takes place in the summer at Panpipes in Hollywood, CA.
It was a Saturday afternoon, how do i know this? Because my interns were in. I will use nicknames… lex Luther and beeker had opened the Shoppe that day. They were my Saturday interns. I had run errands before coming in so it was around 1 pm.
I walk in and saw a customer leaning over the tarot case by the formulary. I did not take great notice. I saw Lex’s face as I smiled at her. Her eyeswere went big and she smirked. Looked straight at the girl at the counter. I winked and she gave the…”nooooo….take a better look” look.
I took a better look at the girl. Dark curly hair. 70’s headband. 70’s tank top. Short shorts. Long socks. Sneakers. Exactly what you think when you think roller girl circa 1970. I have a “am I missing something?”expression. Lex tilts head and wide eyed looks at me again. I look closer again….oh lord…
Between the legs the girl’s penis has fallen out of the shorts. I about died trying to hold a straight face. She continues to bend over the counter and the penis swings to and fro.
I walk fully into the store. Come around the counter to save my interns. I ask “how may I help you?”.
She replies “I lost my demon.”
Holding it together I say/ask “good?!?”
She looks me in the face. Her eyebrows are done by a marker, sharpie I presume, and way up on her forehead so she looks startled. She stands up. Tucks her junk and continues while I die of hysterics inside “I just got out of jail and when I was there, I got scared and prayed to Jesus. My demon left.”
I said/asked “sorry?!?!”
She gets annoyed and turns with hands on hips, eyebrows in full sharpie startled mode and screams at me “I miss my Fucking demon. I miss the smell of my burning flesh.”
I apologized and asked how could help.
She replied “you would not know. The demon is Gaelic.”
Now, I am not only an alchemist and Occultist, I am a well studied demonologist…so interest peaked as I know not of trueto Gaelic demons who smell lightning flesh…I invite her to try me.
She look at me and says “you would not know. It speaks Gaelic and I know Gaelic”
So did one of my great grandmothers…I do not…but I would recognize…so I say “do you now?”
She says “yes. I will prove it.”
She walks over to my cat and says (now roll your T’s here to fully understand) ” Kittttttty Catttttt”
She looks at me and says “that is Gaelic for kitty cat”
I stand there nodding trying to hold myself together…my interns have both dived into my office to control their laughter.
I apologize for doubting her, tell her I cannot help as I am just not that knowledgeable and wish her luck with the biodegradable will soon smell her flesh burning again.
Proud to have stumped me, she left.