Did I ever tell you about the time I went to a fortune teller? Not for advice or any of that stuff. I was delivering pizza in college!
It was a fairly quiet night at Pizza Pro in Searcy, Arkansas, and I had been stuck in the store making and cooking pizzas all evening. I told the boss I needed a break and he said, "OK. Take the next run." I did. It just happened to be to "Sister Helen's Palm Reading And Tarrot". I knew where it was because I had passed it many times delivering. Out the door I went.
When I arrived at Sister Helen's location I knocked on the door as usual. A voice from inside said, "Who is it?"
Now folks...If I ever had a "Here's your sign" moment in life it was then. But I resisted... Almost. I politely said, "I thought you'd know!"
Needless to say, when sister Helen came to the door she was not amused. Worse yet, she stiffed me on the tip! Heifer!
I didn't appreciate her lack of a sense of humor any more than she appreciated my ability to restrain myself from going full Bill Engvall on her. I never took her an order again. Just as well... I hope she saw me in a dream and felt bad!