When the warmer weather came around I decided to get a performer's liscence to do tarot readings on Church Street.
Church Street is the business center for Burlington and in the summer it's the second busiest spot next to the Waterfront. I can only take donations while I'm a performer, but I've made enough to pay a few utility bills and to actually have a bit more spending money that I don't have to take out of my regular earnings at Rank Aid.
But like with all great services, being a tarot reader draws some pretty sucky customers. For example:
Drunk, High, and generally disruptive
I was reading for these two girls late on evening when this guy walks up to the table. He's wearing a Guiness banner like a cape and he's drinking from a styrofoam cup and smoking god only knows what.
I'm trying to ignore him and focus on the girls but he keeps getting near the table.
Finally I pause and ask him to leave.
Me
DrunkMan
Me: Sir, I'm in the middle of a reading, could you please step away.
DM: You want to take a drink of this? (He starts to shove the cup in my face.
Me: Sir, I'm going to have to ask you to leave before I call the police.
DM: I know you from Jail, we spent the night together.
At this point it's clear this guy isn't on the same planet as the rest of us so fearing for the girls safety I apologize and ask them to leave. The guy lingers while I pack up my table and cards.
DM: Go ahead and call the police. You're the freak.
Yeah. Pots and kettles buddy.
A couple weeks later this woman sits down and keeps taking a swig from a tiny bottle that I'm pretty sure is alcohol. But I give her the benefit of the doubt and start to read her. She keeps grabbing my cards and playing with them until I finally tell her to leave.
And to cap off the disruptive behavior aspect of this section, I get a guy who approaches my table. He's not drunk as such but he is pretty burly and walks around like I should be intimidated.
Me
Prick
Prick: I don't fucking believe in Tarot readings. Why don't you tell me how much money I'm going to make.
I decide to just lay the cards out and see what happens. I knew he wasn't going to give me anything, but I didn't want any other potential customers to see that he was disrupting me.
Me: Well sir, it's not how it works. I can only tell you what the cards are telling you.
Prick: (in a condescending tone) I don't want to know what the cards are telling me. I want to know what my future is.
Me: It's you walking away from this table. I don't like your attitude.
Prick: Well I don't like the way you read tarot cards.
I had to take a week or two off before I could go back out there again.
Church Street is the business center for Burlington and in the summer it's the second busiest spot next to the Waterfront. I can only take donations while I'm a performer, but I've made enough to pay a few utility bills and to actually have a bit more spending money that I don't have to take out of my regular earnings at Rank Aid.
But like with all great services, being a tarot reader draws some pretty sucky customers. For example:
Drunk, High, and generally disruptive
I was reading for these two girls late on evening when this guy walks up to the table. He's wearing a Guiness banner like a cape and he's drinking from a styrofoam cup and smoking god only knows what.
I'm trying to ignore him and focus on the girls but he keeps getting near the table.
Finally I pause and ask him to leave.
Me
DrunkMan
Me: Sir, I'm in the middle of a reading, could you please step away.
DM: You want to take a drink of this? (He starts to shove the cup in my face.
Me: Sir, I'm going to have to ask you to leave before I call the police.
DM: I know you from Jail, we spent the night together.
At this point it's clear this guy isn't on the same planet as the rest of us so fearing for the girls safety I apologize and ask them to leave. The guy lingers while I pack up my table and cards.
DM: Go ahead and call the police. You're the freak.
Yeah. Pots and kettles buddy.
A couple weeks later this woman sits down and keeps taking a swig from a tiny bottle that I'm pretty sure is alcohol. But I give her the benefit of the doubt and start to read her. She keeps grabbing my cards and playing with them until I finally tell her to leave.
And to cap off the disruptive behavior aspect of this section, I get a guy who approaches my table. He's not drunk as such but he is pretty burly and walks around like I should be intimidated.
Me
Prick
Prick: I don't fucking believe in Tarot readings. Why don't you tell me how much money I'm going to make.
I decide to just lay the cards out and see what happens. I knew he wasn't going to give me anything, but I didn't want any other potential customers to see that he was disrupting me.
Me: Well sir, it's not how it works. I can only tell you what the cards are telling you.
Prick: (in a condescending tone) I don't want to know what the cards are telling me. I want to know what my future is.
Me: It's you walking away from this table. I don't like your attitude.
Prick: Well I don't like the way you read tarot cards.
I had to take a week or two off before I could go back out there again.
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