Yes, literally.

Smirking, Alex turns and a muscular teenage boy runs into him.

Alex lands on his ass and glares at the boy in a football jersey.

“Watch where you’re going, old man,” the boy laughed.

Alex snapped her fingers and said, “Help me up.”

The boy grabbed Alex’s hand and yanked roughly.

Face-to-face, Alex asked, “Why are you in such a hurry?”

The boy grinned. “I’m late for football practice. But they’ll wait for me. I’m the quarterback.”

“Shut up.” Alex snapped his fingers again. “Everything you know about playing football is erased. Now go to practice.”

The teenager blinked and said, “Fuck you, old man.” He jogged off.

Alex, still in a foul mood from his encounter with the jock, spoored five cheerleaders giggling.

“You think that’s funny?” Alex asked as he walked up to them.

“Tommy is so cute and funny,” said the tall blonde, obviously the head cheerleader.

A snap of Alex’s fingers and all five faces go blank.

“You love wearing those cheerleader outfits but you hate cheerleading. You’d rather snack and eat junk food than practice.”

The girls shook their heads.

The blonde leader turned to her fellow cheerleaders. “We can rehearse our cheers later. Let’s go to McDonald’s.”

The five girls ignored Alex as they passed him focused on the need to stuff them faces with fries, burgers and shakes.

Alex felt a little better as he took two more steps. A man in a suit hit Alex with the gate to his house.

The man didn’t apologize but kept on walking.

Alex thought how this neighborhood was filled with rude people.

“Hey, you,” shouted Alex.

The man was annoyed as he turned to Alex. Before he could say anything, Alex snapped his fingers.

“You’re in such a hurry that you’re a premature ejaculator now. You’ll always cum so fast that you’ll never satisfy any woman you try to fuck. You can get hard at the sight of tits but it will take at least 30 minutes before you can get fully erect again.”

The man spun around and hopped in his car.