Monday, July 30, 2012
Tales from the Sock Drawer: Sasha the Skidmark Seer
Fortunately, I am what is known as a pooey person, and after handing her a suitably decorated pair, I sat back and waited for her to weave her magic. What she told me left me disappointed. Not only did she get my occupation wrong, (she said I was unemployed when in fact I am a writer) and get the names of my parents mixed up (my dad's the one named Jim) but she told me I eat too much cereal as well.
I don't want to say she turned me into a skeptic, but that morning at least, we both walked away thinking the other was full of shit.