Best Friday Night...

So on Friday night I was on my way to my co-worker/friend Mark's place for his house party, and I was walking across 47th street and passed a Psychic's shop with a bright yellow sign. I thought to myself, "how interesting, I wonder what kind of people go to psychic's?" and walked by the big window where I saw an older woman sitting in a chair with her feet kicked up in the chair next to her, leaning back, counting a wad of Twenty dollar bills. Brilliant. I walked up the stairs to Mark's place and told him the story. He totally went to that Psychic before.