Grandpa Bob Reads the Tarot

acerbic grandpa does Tarot

GrandPa Bob didn't start out to read Tarot. The former popular Pitt student had a variety of careers before this one. Card reading was his

retirement gig. Tarot just happened, as it is wont to do, a happy accident. Bob's son-in-law ran a pizza restaurant and was looking to draw

in more customers. The restaurant already had a balloon sculpting clown and a strolling violinist, but wanted something more. GrandPa

remembered a tea room back home that served club sandwiches with women festooned as gypsies who would read your tea leaves. It seemed

to be a thriving business. Heck, I could do that Bob mused, and straight away ordered a Rider-Waite deck from Amazon.


GrandPa decided he needed to first practice his divination skills on friends and family. Fortified by several glasses of the house Chianti he set

to fortune telling. First up was granddaughter Treasure, 16 years old, of flaming red hair and a temperament to match. Treasure pulled the

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Eight of Swords. Ah, said GrandPa, I see you are killing your mother and father. I suggest you clean up your act, quit skipping school, and

try to become a responsible adult. Treasure stomped off, but hey said GrandPa, it's all in the cards. Next victim, eh client, was just

graduated high school, 6 foot 3 Chadrick. Chadrick pulled The Fool. Ah ha shouted GrandPa, keep walking the path you are on and you just

might fall off the cliff. Chadrick left unhappy and Bob ordered another Chianti. Next up was Melinda, Bob's daughter and matriarch of the

clan. Melinda's card was the Nine of Cups, reversed. Well, sighed GrandPa, everything is sunshine, rainbows and lollipops, until it isn't.

Melinda got up shaken and confused and went back to help in the kitchen.

GrandPa was well pleased with his first readings. He wondered how he could access an 800 number and perhaps give Miss Cleo a run for

her money. Call-1-800-GrandPa-Bob.