"Yep. Grab it and go." You already had your wallet out. The clerk nods approvingly at your conviction before pulling open the cash drawer. Wow, you even had exact change. Clam-shelled binoculars and receipt in hand in a plastic bag, you return a wave goodbye as the door swings shut and jingles behind you. Your car is a few rows back. Half-way back to it, you stop suddenly. There was another reason why you were here. Groceries. It was that time of the week after all. You wheel around quickly and the strip mall that the magic shop was attached to fills your view. To the left of it, the grocery store you had driven all the way over here for. This was the closest one so you're here all the time. That's why you noticed the sudden appearance of a magic shop in the first place. Who would open a magic and gags shop in this day and age? A lot more understandable now. You're making your way to get groceries when you suddenly stop, again.
Looking at the bag, is it really okay to take this thing into public spaces? I mean-- nobody knows what it really is besides you. Still… you pull the binoculars out of the bag. You were trying to get at the legalese on the back of it, but the angle the binoculars are set in its packaging doesn't really let you read the beginning, and the text at the bottom is way too illegible to make sense of without reading the first part. With an audible exhale, you spin around one more time and walk quickly to your car again. You slam the door shut and toss the bag and receipt at the passenger's seat, setting the AC on cold using the same hand. Already sweating, you turn the engine over so the heat of the day doesn't cook you alive.
You begin pulling at the Binocular's packaging. Surprisingly, it immediately pops in half with almost no effort. You can help but smile, thinking whether it was magic or really that cheap. Would it have opened that easy in the shop? Either way, you pull the binoculars away from the molded plastic and look at the labelling. Yeah, it even felt inexpensive. You can read the top of the legalese now though, and it's a good thing. Even in the barely legible and small text, you can see the first line is in full uppercase.
"ALL ACTIONS AND USES OF THIS PRODUCT ARE THE PERMANENT, NON-TRANSFERABLE RESPONSIBILITY OF THE OWNER AND/OR USER OF THIS PRODUCT. BY PURCHASING AND USING THIS PRODUCT, YOU UNDERSTAND THAT THIS PRODUCTS USE CONSTITUTES AGREEMENT TO THIS AND THAT ALL ACTIONS UTILIZING THIS PRODUCT ARE DONE INTENTIONALLY AND UNDERSTOOD TO BE FULLY--"
Permanent. You read that last word again. It then goes on, but it's not capitalized and you don't really care anymore. What you do care about are those first two lines. It's pretty heavy stuff to be shoved in the back in a place where it's not really accessible. Was that on purpose? So if you use this thing, whatever happens is your responsibility. More importantly, whatever you do, it can't be undone. You're on the hook, legally speaking. Magically? You wouldn't be surprised if there's something magically binding too, but you're not really even sure what that would even mean. Another sigh as you start to feel the AC blow cold air finally. Very weird last twenty minutes or so.
So, these binoculars in your hand have the ability to turn people into cows. Cow-people. You read the top part of the back label again. Take them out of the packaging-- already done. Look at someone. Watch them change. It doesn't say exactly into what but you know it's something like the cow-lady from earlier. That clerk was a dude, but I guess it doesn't matter afterwards. They'll like it apparently? Otherwise, why would they help you out afterwards? You can look at yourself in a mirror with the binoculars to help yourself out too. What would they-- or you-- even help yourself out with?
"Whatever you want! It's your life, and YOUR set of The Moo'NOCULARS!" That was the last line. Man, it's really pushing that it's no big deal. Yeah, you've been turned into cattle-- forever, by the way-- but it's fine. You want to help me? Sure. What a weird way to go about it. It's like someone handed you a gun and said it's for taking pictures. It worked though, and you just spent twenty bucks on it. You sigh a third time, opening the door and getting out of your vehicle.
Tossing the open clam-shell into the seat behind you, you're still unsure. Leave it out here? It's really cheap though-- the heat might actually get it if you do. But take it in to the store? It really does feel like a gun to you, even if no one else will even remotely feel that way in return. Your pockets are too small for a full-sized set of binoculars, so you'd have to lug it around. You need groceries for this week too, or at least some food solution. Placing one arm on the roof of your car, you watch the occasional person, couple, or family head inside the grocery store. No one enters the magic shop to the right.