Friday, December 17, 2010

On the futility of fortune tellers

On the futility of fortune tellers

"Right," she says, "I'll be off, then."

"So," I ask, "What's this thing you're going to?"

"It's a psychic dinner."

"A WHAT?"

"A psychic dinner. We all have a chicken-inna-basket meal, and these palm readers an' that come and tell you your fortune."

I am incredulous.

"I am incredulous. And you've actually paid money for this?"

"Yes. Yes I have."

"And what time will you be back?"

"I don't know. They didn't tell me."

I facepalm.

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