Instead of a magic wand and a voice in my head, I got a visit from a giant bully from High School, who I chased off with a wholly different kind a magic wand: a Remington model 66 .22LR, with a tube magazine and plastic stock.
He grabbed the passenger doorframe, with the window rolled down, and bent the top of the door out, at ~45 degree angle. I had the .22 on the bench seat next to me, and pointed it in his face. He was going to kill me until then.
I told him "Put it back."
He said "Ok." and did.
I said "Go away."
He said "Ok." and did.
The window even rolled up fine.
Thank the gods for magic wands =p
Next time I saw him, it was a different story, and he, I, and the girl I convinced to give him crabs, were all happy.
Honestly, I think he remembers me fondly to this day. Cindy was worth every itch =p
heh...I can just imagine..