Last night my roommate and I were hanging out in Capitol Hill having some coffee. After we were done Pablo thought it would be a great idea to enter a new age store. He didn't explain why.We enter this tiny shop and instantly I see items that you would expect in a store of this nature. Many displays of incense, candles, statues of the holy Buddha, and books dedicated to all things spiritual. While Pablo chatted up the woman about flavors of incense I browsed the books and tarot cards section. I came across a Lord of the Rings Tarot deck and card game.
Okay that has my attention.
I picked it up off the shelf and started reading the description on the back. The clerk, dressed in earth tones befitting stereotypes, asked me if I read. I told her yes wondering if I somehow look illiterate. Soon after I realized she meant if I dealt out the tarot cards. Her and Pablo started discussing the values of tarot and of course she was offering the stores services for a reading.
There was once a time where I did do a Tarot card reading with my friend Corey years ago. I had a roommate, Shannon, who was very much into telling people about themselves through the use of the ancient art of Tarot. She was a psychic of sorts and would tell me about my spirit guide. According to her he was Scottish and he helped me solve simple daily tasks. He was a nice guy apparently, but I guess he wanted more attention from me. I should've called I guess.
Anyways late one evening Corey was over and Shannon had a beginners guide to Tarot laying about. Him and I decided we were going to give it a go.
Corey goes first. He reads the instructions and starts dealing the cards based on numerical values according to my birthday, the current day, my age, etc. After much confusion he finally finished and looked at the guide.
"It says here," Corey said. "That you really like people and you have a strong desire for them to like you."
"Uhhh...," I stammered. "I think we messed up somewhere."
"Yes," Corey replied. "I whole heartedly agree."
We tried again. This time I was doing the reading. Him and I argued over the instructions and the math involved. Corey insisted that if the cards don't tell us he's going to be rich than the whole thing's a sham. We finally ended our night of psychic readings agreeing that we had no business telling fortunes.
The clerk rung up Pablo's incense and he chatted her up while I looked at candles. She reminded us again about a Tarot reading going on later and that her staff was the best. We thanked her, but I couldn't help but laugh to myself about my attempt at dealing the cards.
People wonder why I'm a skeptic.
"Last night I stayed up late playing poker with Tarot cards. I got a full house and four people died." - Steven Wright
5 comments:
I would have to put myself in the skeptic category.
Your buddy shouldn't chat up ladies in those stores, they probably have hairy armpits!
I had a friend in high school who would hang out at the local new age store and hit on all the women who worked there.
Everybody in that store was excessively happy and cheery. I'm always skeptical of people who are happy and cheery while at work. Frankly, because I think they're high. I wouldn't be surprised if employees at a new age store were all a bunch of potheads. But beyond the obvious unshaven body hair, the women there are usually pretty hot.
I love going to those stores. They normally have a great selection of books and the incense doesn't smell bad either. :-) I have a hard time picturing Erik in that environment or trying to read Tarot cards.
I had my cards read a few times by the same woman, she was quite accurate however an enormous bitch....worst personality for a job like that.
I'd let you read my cards :)
I think Steven Wright had the best take on it. haha
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