The Gypsy Fortune Teller
Who would actually go to one of these scam artists?
Of all the ridiculous scams in the big city, the gypsy fortune teller has to be in the top ten dumbass hustles ever. Who in his right mind would pay somebody his hard-earned cash to predict his future? Only a total fucking moron.
Well anyway, I raise this subject because more than once in my past as an adult ad salesman, I found that my customers had gypsy fortune-teller neighbors. And whenever it happened, I was always amused.
Entertaining a fantasy wherein I’d walk in the wrong door by mistake, I imagined finding some dildo intently listening to what his future would bring. Patiently waiting for a lull in the hustle, I’d dive in to tell the hapless loser “yo Bubba! Here’s what your immediate future holds. I predict that if you knock on the door one floor below and hand the pretty girl who answers $200, you’re gonna get your dork sucked!
And stop fucking around with this faker. She’s stealing your money!”
I used to feel sorry for my clients who all too often had these gypsy fortune-teller neighbors. The fucking women would invariably hang out all day in front of the building — sitting on a folding chair — as they hawked their bull shit.
