When
I was in college I lived with my Grandmother in the upstairs of a
duplex owned my my Uncle John at 277 Hastings Avenue in Buffalo. One
Saturday morning I walked up Hastings to Bailey Avenue and turned
left. I was going to the post office which was only about a block
away on Bailey. Well, I was almost to the post office, passing a
couple of businesses and some houses, when I noticed a house that had
a sign in the window which read “Psychic”. And right when I saw
the sign, a woman came out of the house, calling and walking toward
me.
“I
read your fortune! Come in!” she said.
We
made eye contact. I would have to respond. “Oh, no thank you, not
today.”
She
said, “Come in, come in! I see good things for you!”
Even
if I had had more money with me than what I actually had at the time
which was enough to buy two postage stamps, I would have still said
no.
The
gypsy woman returned to her house, probably to look out her window
for the next passerby.
But
you know, to this day, if anyone mentions fortune-telling, or
psychics, the words, I see good things for you instantly come
to mind.
Perhaps
someday when I am even older and even more eccentric, I'll put a
“Psychic” sign in my window and run out to everyone who passes by
and say “I see good things for you!” for free!
I
see good things for you!
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