Wait, what.
RSSYesterday a woman came in to the bank, talking about how she was going to be on this new TV show. I asked her what she did and she said she replied, “I’m a medium - I talk to the dead, so they’re having me on as one of the panelists.”
I could tell she was a nice person, she was friendly, seemed intelligent and just… nice. So I really, really, really hope my face did not contort into a Please-Don’t-Laugh-Right-Now face when she told me she talked to the dead. And I’m not kidding, I really, really hope it didn’t.
After she said she was getting her own reality show, so cameras might be showing up at the bank next month. Dear LORD, fucking PLEASE let me appear on this reality show as your local bank teller, who seemingly never has brushed hair.
I guess, you know, who the fuck knows if this woman can actually talk to the dead. I guess the important thing is that she truly believes she has the ability. She’s not knowingly scamming people. Plus she just seems like a good person. That’s as good as anything in my book.
(Also, I’m not entirely sure she’s not Maria Bamford doing a really good character.)
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