Dec 29 2008
Grabbing a Sandwich for Lunch Today
While waiting in line for a sandwich today, my eyes caught a pile of index card ads from a local psychic. I live in a progressive town and you can find almost anyone or anything if you search hard enough. I tried to scan in this ad so that you can see it, but of course I am having trouble resizing the image so that it fits in the editor. I’ll have to read it to you instead.
It reads: “Dorina, She will tell you your past, present and future. No questions too big or too small. Specializing in palm and tarot card readings that help in all matters of life. Over thirty years of experience.”
As far as someone telling me my past? I can do that myself, I was there. I can pay myself the money instead, maybe get myself something good for dinner. My present? I’m sitting here with a palm reader, obviously curious, desperate, or a combination of the two. My future? Tonight you will be sitting at your computer endlessly clicking on entrecards and trying to keep your blog interesting.
As for “No questions too big or too small”, I politely disagree. Questions that are too big for a palm reader: 1. Should I leave my spouse? 2. Should I quit my job? 3. What stocks should I invest in? (although lately, a psychic might have better luck). Questions that are too small for a palm reader and not worth paying someone to answer: 1. What color is my underwear? 2. Am I nuts? 3. Can you guess how much I weigh?
“Over thirty years of experience” getting morons like you to pay me money to make you feel better about your life, your potential and your pitfalls.
Now, I’m all for a self employment and Dorina is just a small cog in the fine workings of the capitalist machine. Maybe she is cheaper than therapy, I’d bet she’s at least more amusing although she isn’t covered by my health insurance plan.
