The day Michael Jackson died, I happened to be in the middle of a months-long process of hiring my replacement for my job, as I was leaving to move up to Northern California soon. I called one candidate on my way home and he was so shocked at the MJ news, we spent the entire 30-minute phone call talking about Michael Jackson. He didn’t get the job. (But better for him, as they ended up eliminating the position shortly after I left.)
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LG thinks the front door only opens if her shoes are on. Last week, I heard the front door handle jiggling, so I looked over and there was LG, trying to open the door (she can’t — she’s too short. And it was locked.) Then she walked over, tried to put her shoes on (couldn’t do that either, but A for effort) and then walked backed over to the front door and tried to open it. She was perplexed, and still sometimes walks over to the door, tries the handle, then sits down and points to her feet. “Buh-bye?”
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I was once at an event with someone clairvoyant and he spent the better part of the evening trying to pry out what was bothering me. I resisted (which is what I always do when I meet clairvoyants) but he finally said something that ended up being exactly what I needed to hear, even if I didn’t want to admit it. The next year (same annual event), I was excited to see him again and see if he could impart any more wisdom. I re-introduced myself and he was polite, but then moved on to talk to other people. I guess I didn’t need to hear anything that day, but maybe someone else did.
I LOVE HER. And, so does Henry.
She’s so smart. What a cute connection.
Reference *Drag queens*
Hilarious. It sounds like you meet a lot of clairvoyants. Me, I’ve only met one. Which brings me to my personal, “One Wednesday Anecdote.”
This one time, I was hanging out with a friend (i.e., your sister in law) at a dive bar in a v. dive-ish neighborhood (locals call it: “Felony Flats”). ANYWAYS, a woman*…highly likely a regular….aggressively approached our table with a box of rocks. ROCKS. She INSISTED we each spend a private moment with the box of rocks and select one to take home.
I was like, “How much?” But no – FREE. She explained that each individual person’s selection of their rock showed insight into their future. The rock Calvin chose indicated he would soon own a horse.
I hope he does, Sarah. I hope he does.
* FULL DISCLOSURE: Extremely difficult to ascertain whether she was a few sheets to the wind or clairvoyant. But isn’t that just so typical of life??? Toma-toe, Tomahh-toe. Drunk, Clairvoyant. Am I right?
ooh I like this idea.
I have a hot/cold feeling about meeting a clairvoyant-I mean, I really want to…but I”m also a little scared of what they might say