I was filling in for Larry, a palmist who works at Cornerstone Bookstore in Englewood, CO on Wednesdays. He couldn't be there yesterday, so he asked me if I could go in for him. 

While I was there I met a customer named Sally. She told me that she's a high school English teacher, and that she was a skeptic about what I do. She told me that her skepticism was based on her belief that most of the people who claim to be psychic in any way, shape or form are claiming to be so in order to bilk people out of their money. 

Well, after the session I had the night before, I just couldn't help myself. "Your father passed. Yes?"

"Yes."

"Do you take the name 'Alan?'" 

"That was his middle name!"

"He's telling me he was a real joker. A practical joker."

"Yes, he was."

And so it went, for about ten minutes. Long enough to change her skepticism into one in which she was a little more open to the idea that death doesn't end life, love, or relationships. In the end, I told her that he was telling me that this was his "Gotcha!" for her. 

I don't usually ambush people with a discernment, but after the other night … well, this was really satisfying.