Today’s story – the last story in this series – Encounters with a Tarot Card reader!
I pretty much outgrew the whole Tarot card thing years ago. I sold all of my sets on eBay to help pay for my wedding - including the one designed by Dave McKean that single-handedly paid for my Groom’s cake and about five dozen chocolate-dipped strawberries. (It was a limited 1st edition.)
But we found ourselves at a party one time with a guy I have affectionately nicknamed Mr. McSkuzzy. Mr. McSkuzzy had a deck of Tarot cards and he would sidle up to you and perform free Tarot card readings if you were 1) female and 2) pretty.
I think in some circumstances that Tarot cards can be effective. If you have something on your mind, a problem or interpersonal situation, that you need to clarify and articulate, they provide a great way to do so. They work like Rorschach tests – there is no inherent meaning to the pattern, but it is easy for you to project your own inherent meaning into the mess. They do not predict the future and do not give the person dealing the cards any insight or control over the person for whom the cards are being dealt.
This was apparently news for Mr. McSkuzzy, who seemed to claim that only he truly understood the cards and only he could use the cards to tell you what your problems were and you had to truly open yourself completely and totally to him and his energies for the cards to work.
And he would go from pretty woman to pretty woman, saying things like, “The cards tell me that you have issues with your parents.”
“Wow! It is like they can see right through me!”
“The cards also say you have some credit card debt.”
“It is so true! It is eerie how it is so true!”
“The cards also say you hate your job.”
“Those cards are amazing!”
While watching this I leaned over to the Mrs. And calmly explained what was going on here. “This dude is scamming these women. This is totally ridiculous.”
“I’ll handle it,” said the Mrs.
She turned her head ever so slightly to Mr. McSkuzzy and batted a single eyelash.
BOOOM! Mr. McSkuzzy was right there across the table from her, a carton cloud in the space where he once stood.
“Care to have your cards read, beautiful?”
“Sure.”
“Whoa. It looks like you got The Wheel. You must have a lot of credit card debt, huh?”
“No. We’re pretty responsible with our money. In fact, our investment portfolio is doing very well.”
“Are you sure? Because the cards say financial problems.”
“They may say that, but our brokers say something else.”
“Yes. Um…. Hurm… Looks like your next card is the Empress. You must have some mother issues.”
“I have a mother, if that is what you mean. No, we get along fine. In fact, we’re going shopping together this weekend.”
“Are you really focusing on the cards? I mean really focusing and opening yourself up to the energies here?”
“I’m trying, sure.”
“Because it doesn’t work if you don’t believe.”
“You mean, like a pyramid scheme?”
And with that he picked up his cards and walked away, leaving the score Mister McSkuzzy 0, The Mrs. 1.
Duh dah DAAAAAAAAHHHH!!!
Your mind is blown. Your nerves are shocked and all of your senses are now terrorized! And now we have concluded our series - Tales of the Occult!
5 comments:
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MrT, this story is funny! I can't believe the Mrs. busted his bubble like that...he MUST have been too embarassed!
I like your wife.
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Ok, Mr. Spam-a-lot's comment is now gone.
Tera, the Mrs. can come across as cold and cutting sometimes, but only when confronted with men who ooze slime.
NoR, I like my wife, too. She is awesome.
I missed a spam comment? I hate that. I, as mentioned before, am pretty sure you have the most awesome-est wife ever.
I like money... perhaps you and your friends should send me $5... ya know... so you can become rich!
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