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So I’m standing in line in the grocery store and there’s a two year old girl wailing near the next check-out. Her mother is talking to her about some candy she wants, as if she’s bargaining at the Hague. She continues talking to this crying, cranky child who is getting more frustrated because the candy, now in her hand, isn’t what she really wanted. The young cashiers are rolling their eyes, and I finally catch the attention of the child while her mother is intoning the various reasons why she thought the baby wanted the candy that she just opened. The child looks at me with a look that intuitively tells me – ‘who is this person and what is she trying to say? I just want to get out of this cart and run around.’ I send a telepathic message to the child- ‘I know just how you feel.’ The child quiets and smiles at me.  The mother continues reasoning with her as she pushes her out of the store.  Welcome to my world.

Here’s how I bought my last car.

I walked past several salesmen standing around the main door of a car dealership. Thoughts of my friend briefing me on how to ’talk’ to car salesmen crossed my mind and flew out of my head. I’m never good with that. One of the salesmen teased me about ‘looking like an artist.’ I ignored him and walked over to a model of the car I wanted to test drive. I did so and started to leave to consider buying it.

As I walked to the door, refrains of my friend’s words repeated in my head like a bad headache- “You have to talk them down. You have to stand firm.” As I moved past the men, the same salesman asked if I was going to ‘buy my car today.’

Offended by his comments, I kept moving. He continued asking me if I was an artist. I finally told him yes. Before I could leave, he asked me what kind of art I created. I told him I was a writer. He kept after me, asking what kind of books I wrote. At the time, one of my ‘psychic books’ was published and I told him the title in a very low voice. He asked if I was a professional psychic. I cringed, waiting for a sarcastic joke.

Instead he hurried me to his desk and told me he was the dealership manager and had to make an important personal decision in the coming weeks. If I gave him a reading right away, in exchange he would get me the car I wanted at cost. I did so, and I got my car with an added sunroof and good speakers. Psychic perks.