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Post by ♥Starlene on Aug 3, 2007 20:50:19 GMT -5
Cobblers...
One night, a new neighbour (who had only moved in a few days earlier) called at my home, carrying a brown paper bag.
He apologised for calling so late, but said he had a problem and hoped I might be able to help.
He explained that he had an important job interview lined up for the following morning and naturally wanted to look his best. However, as most of their possessions were still in packing cases, he had only managed to locate one pair of 'formal' shoes, and these had somehow been damaged in transit - both heels had become partially detached and the sole of the left shoe was split. And as the local shoe-repair shop was closed for the night he didn't know what else to do.
Thinking he wanted to borrow a pair of my shoes, I was about to ask what size he wore, when he produced the damaged shoes from the bag he was carrying.
In response to my puzzled expression, he explained that his wife had been talking to one of the other neighbours, Mrs Connors, and that she had told her that I did something called "Reiki".
"Yes, that's correct, but" I started to say.
"So do you think you can do anything with these?" he asked hopefully.
"Well, shoe repair isn't really"
"But Mrs Connors," he began, in somewhat confused tones, "she said" And he went on to relate how - his wife not having heard of Reiki before - Mrs Connors had very briefly explained to her what it was all about.
"Ah!" I said, "now I understand! "
I think you'll probably find that what Mrs Connors actually told your wife was that:
"Reiki works on souls, and heals"
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Post by Nate on Aug 3, 2007 20:53:07 GMT -5
HAHAHA, another good'un.
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Post by saffy on Aug 4, 2007 11:30:50 GMT -5
Great story..or joke...
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Post by Sloan on Aug 5, 2007 20:16:49 GMT -5
teehee I like it!
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