Cashier: and would you like to donate to childrens cancer research?
Me: not today
Cashier: say it
Me: what?
Cashier: say "I dont want to donate to childrens cancer research"
Me: ᴵ ᵈᵒⁿᵗ ʷᵃⁿᵗ ᵗᵒ ᵈᵒⁿᵃᵗᵉ ᵗᵒ ᶜᵃⁿᶜᵉʳ ʳᵉˢᵉᵃʳᶜʰ
Cashier: now spit in my face
Christmas reminder: The clerk at the store failing to say, “Merry Christmas” is not persecution and growling back, “Merry Christmas” in response to them is not evangelism.
in all ways except physical I am a little mouse cozily tucked into a sardine box under a comfy blanket made out of cotton I nicked from a pillow, eating a stolen scone and drinking elderberry wine from a thimble while a winter storm rages outside.
In the Amazon, where you normally find me, there's usually a lot of sediment, so it's not always clear. Fortunately, I "see" by discharging low levels of electricity. Also, Brazilian Portuguese has a saying that covers our situation, nicely: "Não ver um palmo diante do nariz."
ICYMI, here's a video of yours truly attempting to use my discharges to power the lights on a Christmas tree. (SPOILER ALERT ::: Of course I pull it off. My phenomenal cosmic — well, bio-electric — power is basically limitless.)