"Excuse me sir," A young gypsy lady calls, "Do you have an appointment?" "Not yet, but I'm sure that you can get me one." You say waving a fifty dollar bill in your glove. "Please don't do that," she begs, "Lady Azullia will know if I were to take a bribe, ...it's dishonest." "Then split it with her," you cleverly offer, "It doesn't look like there is much of a line to break in front of anyway." She adamatly refuses the money, but declares that you are next by default. You sit down on a old, weather-beaten bear skin couch, and after ten minutes of being grilled by the young lady why you are wearing the suit, and why you came to the psychic, Lady Azullia made her entrance.

In all the TV programs you have seen in your life, (Which have, in your case, been quite a few more than the average person) no gypsy lady EVER looked so fake! She was obviously wearing a wig, her nose was extended with one of those plastic halloween witches' noses, and her accent sounded like she came from Wisconsin! You are tempted to do an about-face and go somewhere else when she says "Appearances aren't always what they seem, Bernie." How did she know your name? Maybe it was written on a tag, hanging off your suit or something.... just a trick, but you listen to what she has to say anyway. "I know you are searching for an answer to a great problem, Bernie, Ooh yes, a great problem indeed." "Geez-loueez, is this hokey!" You think to yourself. "But to find the answer, Bernie, I may have to contact a spirit medium, and that takes a lot out of me.... Which will cost YOU a bundle." To which you reply, "Why in the world should I beleive you? You don't even look like a Gypsy!" "Because," she invites, "Even if I can't find an answer in the spirit realm, I could make a potion that would cure you of your olfactor-imparing alement!"