Or rather in this case. Seeing a Demon. And of all the places to see one, Trader Joe’s. A small discount grocery store. It was about three days after Samhain, I was parked in my car and looked over at three individuals walking into the store. A twenty-thirty year old slightly goth looking man pushing a shopping cart with his young daughter in it. Following behind them and seemingly with them, a every tall and big man in a demon costume. Or was it a costume? Red face, horns, split tongue.
I was contemplating this while I entered the store with my two daughters in tow. And there they were in the produce section with me. Father, kid and Uncle Demon. OK. Even if this giant man was not a demon but just wearing a costume several days too late why did no one else not do a double take? But no one did. He would stomp along his forked tongue would slip out of his red face. And no one else looked twice.
OK so I was really on the fence with this. I know of several people that actually do have split tongues. I understand that some people do body modification to have horns. I know that people will tattoo their faces to get a demonic-ish look. Was this one of those people? Because at this point in my observation I knew the demonic appearance was much more than wardrobe. But what concerned me even more was that no one responded to him. No double takes. No moving the kids out of his path. Lets face it people do that. But no one did. This was not Castro Street on a Friday night. This was a Wednesday afternoon in a small grocery store.
I was way too curious for my own good at this point. So, I had the children stay away at the sampling station while I got as close to “him” as I could, to check him out. It is OK to think I was being rude. But again, I will tell you I was exceedingly curious.
“OK” I was thinking to myself, “Body modification-dude or real Demon?”
When I got as close as he would let me get, he looked over at me and growled -deep, low, animal growl. Then what followed with it was kind of an electric ringing that gave me one whopper of a headache. “OK” I said to myself, “I’m going with real Demon.” Why an Angel didn’t appear right then and there to do some wrestling is beyond me. Why no one else noticed him was also beyond me.
But I gathered my kids and left the store very shortly afterwards. Didn’t run but did go through the express check out. My headache was the only thing to follow me out of the store. Lasted a good hour or so.
I have not seen another Demon since that day which was about three years ago. I did not see one before then either. Just wanted to share this story – as it is on my mind, planning on going to Trader Joe’s again today! Happy shopping everyone.