Veruca Salt

I was sitting in the lobby, waiting for my eldest son to finish up his OT appointment. Willy Wonka was spinning on the DVD player, and I was half-watching whilst preventing my youngest son from systematically dismantling the lobby, brick by brick. He can't help it, really. It just comes naturally to guys like him.

Anyhow, I'm asking him to "please stop harpooning the goldfish" when I hear Mr. Wonka greet one of his guests at the front gate. Her name? Veruca Salt. I know that name...

And then yes, the proverbial light bulb flickers on above my head (along with the "No shit, Sherlock!" cartoon bubble). There is a 90s alt-rock band also named Veruca Salt, so my tiny melon finally makes that connection, only a couple of decades behind as usual.

Oh, and for the record, my son was not harpooning goldfish. He was hovering dangerously close to the tank, unintentional malice gleaming in his eyes, always an accident waiting to happen.

You may now return to your regular programming. Which is pretty damn scary, if you believe in The Matrix...