Do psychics really need to have your phone number? Wouldn’t they know you were planning to call them? Therefore wouldn’t they be ready to receive your call?
I’ve never been to a psychic (gee, could you guess that?) and I really am not educated in any manner to discuss or float any ideas about psychics. I have no concrete proof that they are phonies or that they are real.
However, one incident that still sticks out in my mind was a trip to Lopez Island. I was finished working on Lopez Island and was waiting for the next ferry to catch back to Anacortes. At the end of waiting lane, there is a small cafe/coffee stand offering lattes, muffins, hamburgers to the waiting travellers. I was bored and a bit chilled so I decided to wander down to the cafe for a nice hot latte.
I walked down, entered the cafe. Nothing usually about that, lots of people drink lattes on cold winter days. I entered the small cafe, nothing too out of the ordinary, just your typical small cafe. The line for the espresso machine was short; two locals where chatting with the lady behind the counter making small talk. I listened to their conversation (nothing too exciting) and waited to place my order.
The folks in front of me, ordered, received their drinks and moved to the side. I simply asked for a latte. Nothing fancy, no nonfat milk, no special flavors, just a nice hot latte.
The first thing out of the woman’s mouth is “You’re an Aries, aren’t you?”
I am! I am an Aries! How the heck did this lady know I was an Aries after the only thing I said to her was to request a latte! I know a lot of different types of people who drink lattes and they sure aren’t all Aries. How did she know I was an Aries?
I somehow managed to keep my shock and amazement contained and simply said “Why yes, I am.”
I paid for my latte and walked out of old crazy town that day wondering how the heck she knew I was an Aries after uttering one sentence.
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Ever since you left me that day in Lopez Island I knew you would write a blog entry about our meeting. A latte brought you to me, and a ferry sent you on your way, but you will never leave my heart.