Several years ago, I was traveling in the New Orleans area trying to sell World's Finest Chocolate to schools in the area. I was between calls and had a little time before my next appointment, and I saw this sign in front of a house: "MADAME JANE - PALMS READ"
Out of curiosity, I decided to go inside the house to see what this was all about.
A nice looking lady greeted me at the door, and promptly said, "Please come inside, Mr. Worley! (how did she know my name, I wondered) I asked her what she charged to read my palm? She said, "Ten dollars". I thought that was reasonable.
I sat down and she started to "read" my palm. She quickly said, "You are not a native of Louisiana, are you? She was right! She then said, "Your last name is Worley and I can see that you are happily married with 2 children and a wife of many years" (How did she know that?)
She continued with her appraisal of my background, she was right every time. This was very interesting to me (and worth the $10.00, I thought)
She then said, "For an additional $10.00, I will tell you about the origin of the Worley name. This was very interesting , since I had often been curious about this.
I agreed, and then we went into another room, where sure enough, she had her crystal ball, and she seemed to go into some sort of trance. While looking into the ball, she said, "I'm going way back into your history, and I see the origin of the Worley family in England. (I had heard of this before). She continued (still staring into the crystal ball), "I now see a large castle on a high hill with a huge basement. Inside this basement, I can see an enormous pit-bulldog tied to the wall with a large chain around its neck, just jumping up and down, barking loudly and struggling to get loose.
Suddenly she stopped talking, and said, "Mr. Worley, I must stop at this time. I just don't have the heart to tell you the rest of this true story about your origin"
I paid her the extra $10.00 and went on to my next appointment.
The next morning while shaving, I noticed some faint scars on my neck I had seen for many years.
WOULD ANYONE LIKE TO SEE THESE SCARS ON MY NECK ??
woof, woof.
(I have had a lot of fun with this story for many years, especially at parties. (Someone will always want to look at my neck)
2 comments:
And you never found out what the dog's name was, did you?
Rolling On The Floor Laughing
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