I was at a conference in January and I got a promotional card for a free psychic reading – a $30 value! I have often seen little houses at the side of the highway with giant hand-palm signs declaring live psychics, and wondered what they are really a front for. I mean how could you make money on the side of the road selling guff and nonsense?
Given that I need a dogsitter for a day, I think I’m going to give away the coupon to whoever will facilitate my step-dog’s outdoor defecation directive. But I decided to go and click on the Live Psychic on Webcam link just to make sure it was real.
The pages present like an adult site (I can only imagine…) – lots of webcams, and the ability to chat “live” with some crone before your session. I figured this was probably a ruse, so did a basic Turing Test. Sure enough, grandma #1 saw my semi-anonymous questions flash up on her screen, and after a bit of evasion, declared that the fastest land mammal was the cheetah (it’s amazing what you learn from airport information desks).
I was stoked to realize that she really was live. I blurted out that she read my mind. She claimed she didn’t but that she suspected the answer. Just to be clear she repeated (her talking, me typing) that she didn’t read minds. I guess that means that I have no idea what a psychic does.
But I did notice that you can split the word into psy and chic. And that I have successfully talked about dog poop and psychics in the same post. No disrespect to dog poop intended.