Oh YES! Go to the Falls!! Grab a cab and

Oh YES! Go to the Falls!! Grab a cab and spend $50 as he shows you the town. Be sure to visit a nearby winery and taste a perfect crop of Ice Wine!!!

My ears were peeled to every word issuing from my psychic's mouth- I WAS paying her $100 a minute. She suddenly stopped, gasped, & intensfied her concentration: "Wait...I see somet

hing ... orange! Yes, it's quite clear now. There's something orange in your future. That'll be $800," my psychic added. I should have seen that coming. Everything orange

became suspect after that. Which included the orange vest I suddenly noticed under my psychic's vestments. I grabbed at her & he(!) hit me with an orange wiffle bat I hadn't seen.

As I fell my feet dislodged a pile of large navel oranges that my psychic had under his "floating" table. I thought that was odd because I was sure I had looked under there before.

"That table was not floating! It was held up by all those navel oranges!" I cried, "You're no psychic, you're just a fruity phoney!" His face fell. It fell into a nearby juicer and

to finally answer your question, Yes, I really did enjoy my breakfast. Thank you." He stood up, threw the envelope with the psychic money on the table and walked off with the leggy

tomato in the little black dress. As I collected the psychic money & watched him & her walk out of my life, hopefully forever, I couldn't help but think what Pope would have done.

Pope would have forgiven them, of course, which was something I could not do. No, never. Not after what they did to me. She turned back one last time, her eyes pleading. I shouted