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Originally Posted by ilovejedd
I don't actually mind the squealing no matter what age as long as it's not 1ft from my ear with enough decibels to wake up the undead. 
I'm prone to a bit of squealing myself but my squeals tend to be quiet whimpers of delight usually brought on by seeing a box from Amazon or Newegg sitting on my doorstep.  |
This happened to me a few years ago:
I went into a B&N late one evening. I noticed that the store had an unusually large number of people but didn't think too much about it. It should have been near closing, but the store wasn't closing.
I was browsing the shelves when my heart and lungs were clamped with fear. I heard giggling. I heard squealing. I scanned the store. Gangs of young teen girls were running wild. (I think it was a special event for a Twilight release.) I heard conversations about various characters being sooo cute.
Fortunately, I had not yet become a cripple and was able to escape with my life. I was not, however, able to escape the soul-searing dread which haunts me to this moment. Meeting Cthulhu would have been much more pleasant.