Ok, this is
the short version because I am a lazy turd and I will tell you now. I had been
sent out to a remote farm, which I had trouble even finding. So I stopped the
car and pulled over on the side of the road. I was about to phone the office
and explain when my eyes caught sight of an old wooden sign lying by the
roadside at the edge of the forest. Not in a million years would you have found
the entrance it was so concealed, and I was directly opposite. It was just a
farm track leading down into the forest.
As I snaked my way
down the track all I could see was a dark forest all around me. It was a sunny
day, but the forest had grown like a tunnel all you could see was the darkest
of the forest above and around the car as I made my way down the bumpy track.
Finally, I reached the farmhouse which was set in a clearing
surrounded by forest for miles, it was like a scene from “Hansel and Gretel” by
the Brothers Grimm. I got out of the car and called out; it was a few minutes
before a man appeared.
New Haven, England
My first
impression (and this is why you should not make assumptions and I
didn’t make many afterward), and it is human nature to make them, was this
person doesn’t need what I’m selling – they need a whole new makeover and
wardrobe. I introduced myself and he began to explain what he wanted.
All this
time I had to keep a straight face. Because this is England and a
stiff upper lip, it’s what’s expected. I had never seen anything like it; maybe
in a poor country, you might experience the same. The farmer had more flies
crawling on his face than flies on a dead carcass. And to top it off, he
invited me into his home for a cup of tea. Well, you would never believe it;
the kitchen was crawling with flies on everything that was visible, up and down, and in and out flies were everywhere.
The next
thing the farmer’s wife appeared and yes she was crawling with
flies as well. I just thought the whole experience was a set up the whole place
stank of crap, but the weirdest thing throughout my conversation with this
couple was they never once made an attempt with their hands to shoo the flies
away from their faces. Literally, I don’t know about you, but when just one fly
lands on me I’m like a raving Looney.
Anyhow, a lot more
happened, but I haven’t got time to write it just now. OBTW I closed and made a
sale.
There’s an
old saying, “Never judge a book by its cover” Bravo two nine, this is
bluebird calling, over...
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In my book “It’s Never Too Late” read how dreams do come true, but be careful what you wish for. Understand the secret of greed and you will attain one of the secrets of prosperity. The book will also take you on a journey and explores love, money, luck, and much more.
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Hey, Chuck. Did you bring any spending money? Viva la vida loca.
Conducting a Survey into Precognitive Choices
