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.
Fortune Teller.
So anyhow...
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."
ME: "But...."
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I see......
Look, y'know how surgeons aren't supposed to operate on their family members? It's the same sorta thing.
Oddly enough, this doesn't stop lawyers from suing members of their family.
So what did you end up selling her?
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