On the way to the convenience store last Friday evening, I ran into three very nice African American men in their late fifties. They were all decked out in suits and hats. We started chatting, and they asked what I what I was doing later, if I was married, etc.
After a few minutes, I said, “Okay well, you guys don’t in too much trouble. I’ll see ya’ later,” and then one of them said, “Now hold on a minute Sweetie, I can tell by your voice, you’re a Libra, aren’t you?” Suprised, I shouted, “I AM A LIBRA! How’d you do that?” He’s smiled big and just said, “We Scorpios are good like that darlin’,” and then they walked away.