I drove down to the gas station today and got some juicy information. Not gossip. I’m not too fond of gossip.
The manager told me that she went out to the gas pumps and found “Voodoo,” um, paraphernalia. Would you call it “paraphernalia?”
I asked what she had found, and she said it was a Chicken Bone, some Herbs and Spices, a Candle (Unlit), and a Feather. I think that’s everything she mentioned.
“I didn’t know Voodoo was popular or practiced in this area. I know in lower Alabama it is. Also, Mississippi and Louisiana, but I didn’t know this area of Alabama.”
“Well, we are right off the interstate, and it could’ve been a traveler.”
“Did it look like they were disposing of it, or did it look like they placed it there on purpose?”
“Oh, they placed it there on purpose. Everything was in a perfect circle.”
“Chicken Bone, huh? It sounds like Voodoo to me.”
She giggles and says, “And I’m the one who had to throw it away!”
“Well, Jesus is more powerful,” I reply.
“Amen to that,” she says, and I say farewell.
I found it interesting.
