By David Sydney
“Can you help, Mme. Olga?”
“I’m looking. I’m looking…It takes a little time.”
Rayette was at the fortune teller’s to view her future and her options. She selected the $225 Special—the best glimpse that Mme. Olga offered. Her yellow eyes narrowing, the medium peered into her crystal ball.
Should Rayette choose Frank or Malcolm?
“Malcolm’s the short one, right?” Mme. Olga stared intently.
“No. Frank’s short. He works at his uncle’s coin-operated laundromat. Malcolm’s the taller one.”
“About a head taller? Maybe little more?”
“And he’s a gynecologist.”
“GYNECOLOGIST?”
“Yeah.”
“My God, Rayette! Go with Frank and the laundry.”
I liked the comic twist at the end! Nicely done!
That’s hilarious! Love it!
Well done! However while l get the intent I don’t understand the joke.
Loved it!