Sorry, Miss Cleo
August 28, 2013
A pair of black high heels, pumps I guess, approached me as I was kneeling, shelving books They were attractive shoes Neat, feminine, direct They moved intentionally, with resolve They were just about the most perfect shoes I can recall Attached to the shoes was a pair of legs that were OK and attached to those was a person "You have any Tarot cards?" Now it's hard to tell, sometimes, when someone asks for Tarot cards, whether they're serious or not Maybe they just got a kick out of those bogus late-night infomercials "Yeah, right over here. In metaphysics." "Metaphysics? Hmmm. OK, good, I see them." Maybe they're a little curious, or a little lost, and are just looking for something to give a little direction or simply for something to be new... "Do you have any that haven't been opened? Anything sealed?" "Nah, loooks like these are all used. Look to be in good shape though." "Oh it's not the condition I'm worried about, if you catch my drift." "Sorry?" "Sometimes someone will stick a curse onto the cards, and I don't want to have to deal with all of that." ...or maybe they're already knee-deep in crazy. "Sorry, doesn't look like it. Check Barnes & Noble." I returned to book-shelving, then watched those high heels clack-clack-clack out the door, stuck with their own curse, dealing with all of that.