Pribar: JoeBagadonutz: This story proves what it has taken a lifetime to learn: Having a lot of money does not imbue one with good sense or good taste.

I was going with "There's a sucker born every minute"...

"Never polish someone else's crystal balls"?

A fortune teller down in rural Georgia predicted, so I thought, my death. I was traveling from Miami to Montreal via Greyhound, and the bus broke down just outside of Macon, GA. They put us up in a hotel on a little stretch of rural highway, so I wandered to the only bar on the strip. After a few drinks I noticed a sign, "FORTUNE TELLER UPSTAIRS."

I paid my twenty bucks to a Mexican man, presumably the teller's father, and sat down in front of her and her crystal ball. Immediately, her forehead furled, mouth turned down, and her hands began to shake. She wasn't saying anything clearly, just murmuring and shaking her head. Then she stood up, gaze still locked on the ball, and began shouting, "YOU WILL DIE ON THE BUS! YOU WILL DIE ON THE BUS!"

Her father threw a blanket over her head and shouted at me to leave, to get out of there. His eyes were terrified, as though I were some sort of curse on their household. I skedaddled.

I pretty much laughed it off, but as we boarded the bus the next morning, I couldn't get the girl's premonition out of my mind, "You will die on the bus. You will die on the bus!"

I fell asleep about an hour into the journey, but I was awoken by a woman's scream. At the back of the bus, a Chinese woman was frantic, shouting HELP!, and waving her arms. The driver pulled off and we all went to the back.

An older Chinese man clutched his chest, a heart attack, and he seemed in terrible pain. Then all of a sudden, his eyes jumped real big, and whoosh, a wind blew past us all. The Chinese man fell back, limp, dead. His wife cried over him as we all took a collective step back, unnerved.

"What was his name?" asked the driver.

Through her tears, the old woman said, "His name... was... Mr. Yew."

Creepy, but obviously fortune telling is a bunch of horseshiat, because three weeks later, I arrived unscathed in Montreal, to enjoy the European flair and bath houses. C'est la vie!

I can throw a rock and hit gypsy from 15 meter, if chained. If not, 10 meter.

Still not as stupid as the bank director who sent $242 million of his bank's money to 419 scammers, ruined his bank, and then tried to fix everything by sending $20 million more to a voodoo priestess to perform some ritual involving 240,000 pigeons.

/I read it on cracked.com, so it must be true.

+1 for headline

spentmiles: A fortune teller down in rural Georgia predicted, so I thought, my death. I was traveling from Miami to Montreal via Greyhound, and the bus broke down just outside of Macon, GA. They put us up in a hotel on a little stretch of rural highway, so I wandered to the only bar on the strip. After a few drinks I noticed a sign, "FORTUNE TELLER UPSTAIRS."

I paid my twenty bucks to a Mexican man, presumably the teller's father, and sat down in front of her and her crystal ball. Immediately, her forehead furled, mouth turned down, and her hands began to shake. She wasn't saying anything clearly, just murmuring and shaking her head. Then she stood up, gaze still locked on the ball, and began shouting, "YOU WILL DIE ON THE BUS! YOU WILL DIE ON THE BUS!"

Her father threw a blanket over her head and shouted at me to leave, to get out of there. His eyes were terrified, as though I were some sort of curse on their household. I skedaddled.

I pretty much laughed it off, but as we boarded the bus the next morning, I couldn't get the girl's premonition out of my mind, "You will die on the bus. You will die on the bus!"

I fell asleep about an hour into the journey, but I was awoken by a woman's scream. At the back of the bus, a Chinese woman was frantic, shouting HELP!, and waving her arms. The driver pulled off and we all went to the back.

An older Chinese man clutched his chest, a heart attack, and he seemed in terrible pain. Then all of a sudden, his eyes jumped real big, and whoosh, a wind blew past us all. The Chinese man fell back, limp, dead. His wife cried over him as we all took a collective step back, unnerved.

"What was his name?" asked the driver.

Through her tears, the old woman said, "His name... was... Mr. Yew."

Creepy, but obviously fortune telling is a bunch of horseshiat, because three weeks later, I arrived unscathed in Montreal, to enjoy the European flair and bath houses. C'est la vie!

I love Yew!


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I don't have any sympathy for idiots who fall for these gypsy scams, or Nigerian emails, etc. If you are that stupid you don't deserve the money to begin with.

When I was in the military they had some dude from Bangladesh or Burma or something studying with us in tech school as a joint education thing. He wanted to read us our fortunes. He said my buddy would have a good marriage and long life. He said my life would suck and I would die in my late 30's. Then he asked for payment (I thought it was just some goofy thing he was doing instead of business). His idea of payment was for us to slip porn magazines, ink pens, and a pack of pencils under his door before he headed back to his country the next day. Good thing I never got him his stuff. I'd have been dead years ago and my wife and I would have only made it about 17 years being married.

If people are dumb enough to send them all this money and watches, I say let them keep it. When they go and explain it to the cops, they should just laugh at them and tell them there's nothing we can do. Perhaps they should talk to the demons haunting them and strike a bargain to attack the gypsies? And what of these demons? Should they be arrested?

I can't feel any sympathy toward idiots who believe in psychics, mediums and the like. I only feel schadenfreude when I read about how they have been snookered.

unchellmatt:

Yeah, but did you always know where your towel was?

Locker 42 as I recall

First headline of the day gives me a giggle. Thanks, smitty!

Dunno, but she's got the look of a wizard.

Be thankful for the stupid. If not for them, many of us would find it much more difficult to make a living.

Gypsy? Oh my stars!

I do not want her to put on her robe and wizard hat.

I said this last week the first time this article popped up. How can you prosecute these chicks for preying on gullible people, the christian church does it every Sunday.

unchellmatt:

It's answers like that which cause me to keep coming back to Fark.

/Hand me the rap-rod, plate captain!

Hahahaha... Some plate captains just aren't hip.

Boogerballs: I said this last week the first time this article popped up. How can you prosecute these chicks for preying on gullible people, the christian church does it every Sunday.

Exactly.
Her mistake was taking a lump sum.
Had she taken small amounts, weekly, and for the rest of her life it would have been ok.

spentmiles: A fortune teller down in rural Georgia predicted, so I thought, my death. I was traveling from Miami to Montreal via Greyhound, and the bus broke down just outside of Macon, GA. They put us up in a hotel on a little stretch of rural highway, so I wandered to the only bar on the strip. After a few drinks I noticed a sign, "FORTUNE TELLER UPSTAIRS."

I paid my twenty bucks to a Mexican man, presumably the teller's father, and sat down in front of her and her crystal ball. Immediately, her forehead furled, mouth turned down, and her hands began to shake. She wasn't saying anything clearly, just murmuring and shaking her head. Then she stood up, gaze still locked on the ball, and began shouting, "YOU WILL DIE ON THE BUS! YOU WILL DIE ON THE BUS!"

Her father threw a blanket over her head and shouted at me to leave, to get out of there. His eyes were terrified, as though I were some sort of curse on their household. I skedaddled.

I pretty much laughed it off, but as we boarded the bus the next morning, I couldn't get the girl's premonition out of my mind, "You will die on the bus. You will die on the bus!"

I fell asleep about an hour into the journey, but I was awoken by a woman's scream. At the back of the bus, a Chinese woman was frantic, shouting HELP!, and waving her arms. The driver pulled off and we all went to the back.

An older Chinese man clutched his chest, a heart attack, and he seemed in terrible pain. Then all of a sudden, his eyes jumped real big, and whoosh, a wind blew past us all. The Chinese man fell back, limp, dead. His wife cried over him as we all took a collective step back, unnerved.

"What was his name?" asked the driver.

Through her tears, the old woman said, "His name... was... Mr. Yew."

Creepy, but obviously fortune telling is a bunch of horseshiat, because three weeks later, I arrived unscathed in Montreal, to enjoy the European flair and bath houses. C'est la vie!

I initially came in to say the title was awesome. I didn't bother to read the article because I really didn't care about people swindled by psychics. Then I read this.

If this were a voting thread...

Glenn Beck Knows a Strawman: +1 for headline

uncoveror: I can't feel any sympathy toward idiots who believe in psychics, mediums and the like.

Or evangalists, or gods, or Satin.

Approves