Greasin' the Palm...
There was this granny at Hubber's old folk's home who was reading palms at their Halloween party. According to Hubber....she's really a psychic and takes this shit seriously. Well, so do I! So, of course, I had to plop down and give her my hand. I got the worst reading EVER, y'all. Basically, I'm going to die young due to some illness....and if that's not bad enough, no one will really give a shit about me and I'll be all alone on my death bed. She even got all teary-eyed telling me this shit...tracing her old, scrawny fingers along the lines on my hand. "That's all I see," she said, and I wanted to smack her down and stomp on her face with my stilletto heel.
Do free readings always suck? Because they're free? If you pay for one is the news better? If so, why didn't that wench have a tip jar or something?
I should have prefaced this post by telling y'all that all my life I've had a feeling that I would die a horrible, violent death - possibly in a car fire / explosion type thing. So, already, I'm all freaked out about dying. This pyschic granny didn't help matters much. Now I'm totally obsessed with palm reading and witchery and whatnot. So, if I start sending voodoo vibes your way, don't blame me... blame that old granny!