So I just typed all of this for my X-Men Classic 49 review but thought it would work as a separate post.
When I was a child, I didn’t respect the whole ‘fortune teller’ gimmick and the lady probably picked up on that at the state festival. She read a few cards, showed them to me and told me that I was going to die on August 23, 2023. She didn’t give me the date but told me this sequence of numbers that if I did it right (the memory of the math hasn’t stuck with me like the original plot and the date has). So that has messed me up and I want to say I was ten or eleven at the time.
My second experience with gypsies came on the last day of the Shakespearean Festival that a club I was part of went to in Phoenix. Money was running low and we were just trying to get back to the bus. This was circa May 2000, or right before it as I was definitely a senior at that point. This lady tried to get my attention and to buy a chocolate covered frozen banana. I like bananas but never been a huge chocolate fan. Plus it was frozen, I didn’t want to deal with all that and so I turn it down. She aggressively tried to bargain with me (not sure why it was so important to her) and I again turn her down. Then she placed a curse on me that whenever I see a chocolate cover frozen banana, I will instantly start desiring one and my mouth will start watering.
Which just typing all of that, has made my mouth water. It is so silly but I’ve been cursed! The only time I’ve seen one or had it offered to me is at the Prospect Avenue Dairy Queen. It was a sign on their drive through window. I read the sign and my mouth starts to water. Good thing they didn’t ask me if I wanted one!
So those two stories and Doctor Doom, are my only experience with gypsies.
What I need is a positive experience with a gypsy.
I could not figure out a way to get it to just show up here.
Ooof, I am getting older as nine years is so much less than the 30 years I remember thinking was forever from now. By August 23, 2023 – I would be 41 which now seems too young.