Worst Horoscopes. Ever.
“These are absolutely the worst horoscopes I’ve ever read!”
“The (insert sign here) doesn’t make any sense.”
Not that I would bad-mouth any particular sign, but the (insert sign here), as a group, isn’t making any sense this week. so, in my defense, the scope accurately reflects that type of world view.
However, I’m beginning to take the hint. Or maybe not. Another year is poised to be delivered.
“There are still some deals available.”
I wandered into an increasingly familiar chain-store, on a coffee-run, as directed, and the little girl behind the counter looked up at me, “You know, you look like Peter Fonda, sort of a biker look.”
I had a that shocked look, she continued, backtracking, “I didn’t mean to offend you….”
Oh no, no offense taken. I’m just used to being called a musician. Which I’m not.
Guitar player. Musician. Never “Peter Fonda, biker guy.”
Or, the new claim?
Worst horoscopes ever.
“Stay tuned, we’ll be back after our break.”
