Across the street from my business is a fortune teller, tarot card reader, palm reader, mind reader gal.
She has a business and people go to her. They pay her money. To see the future. To read their minds. To read their palms.
She comes in my store today looking for Christmas gifts for her nephew.
I show her a few things.
She hems, she haws. She hems AND haws.
Here is the conversation:
ME: "So...how old is your nephew?"
FORTUNE TELLER: "He's six."
ME: "What kind of things does he like?"
FORTUNE TELLER: "I'm not sure what he's into these days."