As I stopped at Wal-Mart this morning, I saw a young African American boy (approx. age 10) putting pieces of paper under windshield wipers in the parking lot. Sure enough, when I got back to my car, I found this waiting for me:
One would think that an entrepreneur in Mrs. Grace’s position would be able to target he advertising more selectively. I mean, with the psychic powers and knowledge of past, present, and future, she ought to know who needs her services and approach those folks more directly. At the very least, she should be able to track down a competent proofreader.
Interestingly, Mrs. Grace’s advert took up both sides of the slip of paper. The English side you see — the flip side is in Spanish, and the palmist’s hand is replaced by a picture of (I think) the Lady of Guadalupe.
Stanton Carlisle was unavailable for comment, as was Stanton Carlisle.
I like my dark surroundings the way they are. She should try it before knocking it.