The other day, while I was heading to the wine store, a man stopped me and announced….
“You’re emitting a very strong…o…r.”
“Your aura. It’s very strong,” he smiles.
Creepy. I smile, turn and keep walking.
“Do you know what an aura is?” he yells out.
“Three lucky things are going to happen to you.”
I turn back to be polite. My legs are planted.
“Do you want to know what they are?”
“Is meeting you one of them?”
Over the summer months the city sidewalks were flooded with shell games and three card Monte. It got so bad, hotels had to issue warnings to tourist not to play them. I’m now guessing con-artists have moved on to palm reading, tarot cards and fortune telling.
He’s pretty insistent. He wants my attention, probably for a price. In Switzerland prostitution is legal. You never know who’s walking the streets. When I should have been contemplating my future, I starting wondering if I were a prostitute how this transaction would work. Who’d be paying for whose time? But he saw my aura so perhaps he already knew I wasn’t a prostitute...or a cop.
He didn't seem too upset by my rebuff. Perhaps if he had caught me after obtaining liquor he’d have had better success. Stobby thinks if he was good at his job, he would have known that.