I got a text from Pussycat this morning letting me know I'm booked for readings tomorrow at the cafe.
Me-:"Cool. Am I scary? I know I'm not pretty, but am I scary? I was on my way to the store and this car was chugging along beside me, plenty of room for him to get around but, when I looked, he sped off like the devil was in his pants."
Pussycat-:" No doll not scary. Maybe he was just being creepy and when you noticed he freaked?"
Me-:"He was staring...it almost looked like the Salesman. But not too sure."
Pussycat-:"I tagged you on the thing for tomorrow. Waaa? Oh nice. Did you see the post, I can't find it anymore?"
Pussycat-:"Reposted, my phone has been doing strange things."
Me-:"Mercury went retrograde."
Pussycat-:"Ahhh. That explains a lot. He was just probably freaked because you caught him looking. Maybe it was the Salesman and he was checking you out?"
Me-:"Then why not say hey?"
Pussycat-:"Maybe because he's a creeper? But doll you're not scary. You could use some more make-up once and a while but not scary. You're a wickedly wonderful witch! Not a pilgrim."