Saved By the Bell

Ok I was at the department store today and this Hispanic woman comes up and starts yelling, "Excuse me, excuse me!" So obviously, I'm thinking that I may have dropped something or have something embarrassing hanging onto the back of me, so I turn around. I'm looking at suits, and she comes from the BCBG section to talk with me. She comes up behind me and seems out of breath. She probably runs about 25 feet towards me. Already, I'm wondering what she has to say.

She asks me if I’ve ever seen a psychic, and I say, "no, and I’m not interested, don’t want to get involved in that kind of stuff, thank you," and I proceed to walk away. She stops me and says that the spirits can’t let me go without telling her me that my aura is extremely bright. This lady says it FOUR freakin' times, and is oogling her eyes wide open at me. And what the hell is that statement supposed to mean anyway? And where is the department store crowd for once when I actually need them?! I wanted to get away. I'm not too bright when it comes to fortune telling/voodoo/witchcraft stuff. Also, keep in mind that I’m starting to freak out. Then she tells me she needs to tell me two more things...one which was nice, and the other that seemed really off. I didn't even respond to anything. She could tell I wanted to go. She then gives me her business card, which is a struggle for me to take, then starts urging me to call the number on her card cause she has a lot more to tell me. Her voice is shrieking at this moment. Was I being harassed?

Luckily, I was saved by my ringing cell phone. Right now, I'm thinking she did the whole act as a marketing tactic and that she probably does and says the same exact thing to everyone. But for once, I can be thankful that my cell phone was useful today. Despite the fact that I just ended up with eight messages that were three days old, I still love my phone. I should name my phone the way guys name their cars.