Subject: The End of Madame Flora
Date: 25 Mar 1997 00:00:00 GMT
From: 1Ol01O@radix.net (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
This would be wrong fun, right? RIGHT?
* Asterisk of sounding serious, I may prefer to remain mysterious.
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