Saturday, April 25, 2009

My my My

So I am sitting here at the gallery with the door open; kind of reflecting and this guy shows up at the front door. He does not immediately walk in; he instead pulls something out of his pocket and compares it to the address. He then just stands there and stares at me for a minute or two.

He has long black hair; a beard and a mustache. He is attractive in a creepy way that makes the hair on the back of your neck stand up. He has intense black eyes and a muscular body.

After staring for his 1 minute or so he comes into the gallery and walks directly towards me. I am sitting at the desk looking directly at him. His gaze never waivers. Then he kind of ruins the moment by saying “I am Yogi” (I dunno, “Yogi” couldn’t he come up with a better name like :) Raspootin?) then holds out his hand so I think well what the hell and I go to shake it. He takes my hand and turns it over and touches my palm with his index finger; sort of like one long stroke. I remove my hand still at a loss for words.

He then (before I could say umm get away please) puts his hand on my head. He then backs away from the desk and tells me that he has been “told” to come here. He says that the mole I like to call it my beauty mark (hehee) is very lucky and that something really big is going to happen to me in June; something that will change everything. (I still have high hopes that it is a good something not a bad something)

Then he ruins the mystical moment and pulls out a piece of paper, shrink wrapped to card board with his name on it. (Very well worn and slightly stained I might add) It is the true proof of his talent; Yogi: Psychic Reader of Humanity.

I am not very interested in getting a reading so I say umm no thank you before he can even mention a reading; guess I got a bit of psychic in me too. He then puts the final nail in ruining his initial approach and says well that is up to you; Have a blessed day. Now “Have a blessed day” is something the Jehovah Witness people or the Baptist ministers looking for donations say when they come into the gallery. “Have a blessed day” Wow I guess I was hoping for something more exotic like umm well I don’t know maybe something in Arabic ? That would leave me wondering?

I would not say no to something big that is good happening in June; but like this song I think it was all about:


7 comments:

yellowdog granny said...

hmmm!...run..run for your life..ha
dang..thats weird..

Raspootin said...

mAY be I should ask a goddess about whats going to happen in June? Now there is an idea :)

unokhan said...

he took a wrong turn n the french quarter

thimscool said...

Was this the guy?

Raspootin said...

uno: If I could have only seen what was on the piece of paper that he was comparing to the address well then I'd know if he had just made a wrong turn.

Thims: Nope though your guy makes my guy look rather tame :)

Golden Beatle said...

Creepy...

Raspootin said...

Sidney would know....

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