Lighten up Mondays
Gloria was all alone. It was two months since her dear Herbie had passed, and she just couldn’t seem to move on.
“Listen here, Gloria,” said her good friend, Barbara, “maybe you should go see a psychic? One of my friends did after her husband died and it made her feel so much better knowing that her dearest was happy.”
So that’s how, on the next Tuesday, Gloria found herself in a dim room with a crystal ball and a psychic talking in a calm voice.
“Is he here?” asked Gloria.
“Yes, I sense him,” was her reply.
“Can you ask him if he’s happy?” Gloria asked hesitantly.
“He’s putting his hand to his mouth like he wants to smoke,” said the psychic.
“Oh, of course, he needs a cigar. Herbie can never last more than a few hours without a cigar. I guess they don’t have cigars up there. Did he say where he is or how I could get a cigar to him?”
“Hmm,” said the psychic, “I can’t seem to get that question across to him.” After a brief pause the psychic added, “But then again, he didn’t say anything about needing a lighter!”