My Elly story

Lots of you have heard this because I'm always telling it in the shop. Skip right on by if you must. When I moved here from the Florida Keys I had no idea why I came here, except that my half-sister lives in the area and I'd never lived in North Carolina before. After living here about a year I had come to the conclusion that all the men were either gay, married or no one I wanted to date. So I figured I had my life as a workaholic shopkeeper and that was fine...no love life to interfere with the job. One weekend I was exhibiting at the Body Mind Spirit Expo at the Coliseum. I was bored, so bored that I was flirting with the 40-something bald guy who did graphology. This is an extreme sign of boredom as I have a type I haven't varied from since my junior year in high school - tall, thin, blonde hair (lots of it) and blue eyes. This guy was none of those things. Anyway, I noticed Elly Walker doing readings over on Reader Aisle and went to sign up for a 20 minute reading. I had heard about Elly from a variety of customers over the last year and was curious. I hadn't gotten a reading in a LONG time (that's a whole 'nother story!), so I figured I was due. When I finally sat down in front of Elly and she began to talk I was pleasantly surprised to hear she was British. I'm a complete Anglophile geek. She began to tell me things and I'll sum up with the big three items I remember. One - I was going to move. Well that was ridiculous because I just moved here and bought a house and opened a shop and all my money was stuck in those ventures. Ha! I was the last person who was moving. But I held out hope for more interesting predictions. Two - I was going to meet a man, someone significant in my life. Oh ho, that was rich. I admit, I did wonder if the bald graphology dude could be significant and then shuddered at the thought. Yeah, well I was gonna have to move to meet a man. Three - I was going to have a child. That's when I knew this lovely British lady was a complete and utter fraud. What a load of crap! Not only was I not going to have a child, I didn't even like children. I used to joke with a friend about how if I had one it would spend it's time in the closet or the oven. A child did not fit into my life AT ALL. So I thanked Elly, went back to my booth and wondered what the hell these Greensboro people thought a psychic actually did. Scoot ahead a couple weeks. I did have a phone conversation or two with the bald graphology dude...total waste of time! About 2 weeks later I met John, as in my baby-daddy John. Some time later I was pregnant and about 2 months before Tristan, our daughter, was born EBN moved to its current location from Downtown. So Elly was three for three. She reads at EBN now and I love to tell this story. One, because it reminds me not to be a smug shithead and two, because there are lots of stories like this about Elly. Plus when I tell the story I get to talk about Tristan, who doesn't even have her own closet and never spends any time in the oven.