Subject: The End of Madame Flora

Date: 25 Mar 1997 00:00:00 GMT

From: (MegaLiz)

Organization: MotPU: Where Binary Moodswings are ALWAYS on the Menu

Newsgroups: alt.slack, alt.foot.fat-free






Sadly, it was reported to the Manse today that the local palm shop,

Madame Flora's, will be closing permanently.


I have never actually BEEN to consult Madame Flora, but like the Great

Southern Tattoo Parlor, it is one of the local attractions that I had

always MEANT to visit one day. (Jack and I nearly made it into her

establishment one weekend when we were looking for a notary. It seemed

like a reasonable idea at the time, anyway. I liked the idea of her

palm-shaped seal on our foreclosure, but it was not in the stars, I



The shop is placed strategically on the main street, in a tiny wooden

house with an inviting selection of handicapped parking spaces. I'm

sure that some insurance company will find it a happy habitat, but

sweaty spiritual guidance will have to find a new home in town.


Madame Flora died, you see. She died in 1985, actually, and her

business had been taken over by a husband and a daughter, EVIL people

unlike our beloved Madame, I'll bet.


They were forced to close the business after many small larcenies and

finally for trying to extort $200,000 from a college freshman. The

student approached them for advice on handling her inheritance.

Monsieur Flora revealed that her money was CURSED and could only be

cleansed by a spell in his bank account. Monsieur Flora was targeted

by a sting operation in this particular incident, as the story goes.

Now Monsieur must face the double humiliation of prison AND not having

been able to spot an eighteen-year-old faker's Police Employment Line

during a reading.


All of this comes at a traumatic time for me. I've made two successful

predictions in the last 12 hours (give or take 6 or 8) and I needed a

little reminder of why I shouldn't go into the psychic business. I'm

pretty sure that I could separate HUNDREDS of stupid people from their

lottery money.


This would be wrong fun, right? RIGHT?




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