i remember when i first got out of prison.... my first job, believe it or not, was driving a horse and carriage!
of course i was thinner then, and dressed very well.
one day this girl came up to me while i was waiting for a potential customer. she made small talk and asked me if i wanted to grab lunch. i told her a was a christian, and she replied that she was a witch!
she went on and on and on about how she was a "good" witch.
i don't where it came from, but i pointed my finger at her and declared, "mam... i'll have you know that the only good witch is a sandwich" that strange reply was all that was needed to break that little spell