I was actually a theoretical victim of particularly obnoxious spoiling on the fucking HP book.
I was out shopping on Saturday, taking advantage of my husband being out of town having a Boy’s Night Out Dork Outing (he went to go participate in a vintage-format Magic the Gathering tournament with some buddies). As I was making my rounds of shopping for a staggering variety of random objects (because shopping with my husband in tow is truly miserable, so I put it off until he’s otherwise occupied), I picked up a copy of the new Harry Potter book for him, as a surprise. I knew he wanted to read it, and I didn’t give a red rat’s ass,* but I picked him up a copy while I was out and about (plus then I had an excuse to go to the bookstore and browse - mmmmmm, book store browsing).
As I was standing in line with my little green handbasket o’books, Harry Potter book on top, where I’d dumped it on my way past the Really Big Display, the guy standing behind me poked me in the back, and when I turned around started spouting off plot points at me. It was actually sort of impressive - he was rattling them off like an auctioneer on speed, complete with explanatory hand gestures, obviously determined to get it all out before I shushed him.
I let him wind all the way down, giving him wide, startled eyes, until he was out of breath and out of spoilers, standing there with a smug look on his face.
Then I took off my headphones and watched his face crumple and fall. I’d heard about one in every five words - enough to tell what he was talking about, but not enough to get any real understanding about what he said.
I had time to say “I’m sorry, I didn’t catch that” and then it was my turn for checkout.
All in all, it was sort of a beautiful moment for me. I don’t really care what happened in the book, but I despise deliberate spoilermongers.
*I’ll probably read it at some point, since I read the first ones and I’m a completionist, but I don’t particularly care what happens to who. Or who happens to what, for that matter.