Tales of Great Fortune VII - A tale of complaint management

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Humor  |  House: Booksie Classic

Follow the Great Trenlin as he once again struggles to make a well-deserved living in the world of fortune telling

'The way you improved the logo at the back is really impressive. Very spiritual and deep. An excellent way to express your ideas and your mission, if I may say so.'
'You most certainly can. This is a place of openness and free speech for all who believe in the benefits of fortune telling.'
'No really, sir. It really is well done. I am an artist, I know what I am talking about. What strikes me most is the simplicity with which you improved it. Any idea how they added that vertical red line to the drawing?'
Of course the Great Trenlin knew. He was a fortune teller. And he had been present at the very moment Porric had slipped from his ladder and painted the line with his bare head. 
The Great Trenlin immediately knew it was a stroke of genius. He intended to tell Porric as soon as his bandages were to be removed from his head. It appeared as if the headaches of his co-worker, now chief of marketing, had already improved a lot and he didn't speak mock Korean any more. All signs pointed towards a quick recovery and the Great Trenlin was very happy that Porric had used his recent time in jail to work on his creative personality. Big bonuses would certainly fall upon him during the next performance evaluations.
'It had been done with great skill and precision. An operation that can only be carried out by people with a dogged determination who laugh in the face of death.'
'Really? Was it that dangerous?'
The Great Trenlin suddenly became wary. He had fallen into a similar trap before and had sworn to come out on top next time.
'Well... Not that dangerous that any insurance policy would have to become more expensive.'
A faint smile appeared upon the customers face as he came down to business.
'Speaking of expensive things,' the customer commenced, 'my wife recently made quite an expensive purchase for some pieces of art that seemed way too extravagant to me.'
'Oh. They weren't by any chance golden ukeleles, were they?'
'My God. That is impressive. How did you know?'
The Great Trenlin was surprised. He did not realize the session had started yet and wondered how many minutes he had to charge extra as he pushed the button of his session timer.
'A fortune teller always knows. Acquiring information and knowledge is as common to us as breathing air and crippling up old newspapers are to you.'
'I do not cripple old newspapers. They take less space in the garbage if you fold them nicely.'
'Well. You should cripple them. It would suit your personality better. Don't constrain yourself. Let it go. Let it go-ho. Be yourself. Don't try to be the person everyone tells you to be.'
'Everyone including you?'
'DING! Time's up! That would be €47,45, please.'
'Time's not up. It was you that said DING!'
'I most certainly did not!'
'Sure you did. You cheater!'
In a swift movement, the Great Trenlin advanced his session timer. DING!
'I was not cheating, I was just fortune telling. See? It said DING.'
'Well, then I guess the difference is sometimes hard to see. I will not pay for this scam!'
With a grim nod, the customer headed towards the doorway and left the building, leaving the Great Trenlin with a feeling of disappointment and a lost business opportunity.
Luckily, the Great Trenlin was not a man of violence nor strong words. He wasn't as much angry as he was disappointed with the behaviour of his customer. It made it clear to him that he was still very much needed in a society that was morally adrift. With a quick look on his watch, he decided to make the best of the situation. A fortune teller could always see the silver linings in a dark deck of clouds. There was something good to be made out of every setback.
He had a reading with miss Gorham in about an hour. That was plenty of time to prepare himself, meditate a bit, seek contact with his inner soul to discover the tiny marks left by the universe and to visit miss Gorham's facebook page. After all, he wasn't like his customer. He had decent work ethics and a sense of integrity, and that was more than any man could ever hope for.

Submitted: March 13, 2016

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