palm readers
I was driving home in my truck and some guy whistled at me. Happens all the time in this city. But this guy not only whistled, he ran out in front of my truck and came up to my window.
“You haul junk?” he asked me.
“Yes.” I said.
“Come back to the Psychic, I got work for you.”
So I started in on an hauling odyssey, and if I wasn’t moving bees into my neighbors backyard in five minutes, I’d tell you about it. So hang tight and I’ll get back to you.
WTF !!!
What happened to the rest of the story ?
Comment by Anonymous — November 4, 2008 @ 9:29 pm