I was in this seven hour queue at JFK (that is not an exaggeration), but luckily the woman immediately in front of me was a lot of fun. We spent most of the time chatting, and got on very well. She was trying to get to California to link up with her Swedish boyfriend, and I taught her how to swear in Swedish. In the other direction, she told me that I had to read You Are Psychic!
, it had changed her life.
Less than a month later, I saw a copy at my local bookstore, and immediately bought it. It had to be a sign. But, I am distressed to say, all of this happened more than two years ago, and I still haven't read the book. I just noticed it sitting there on the shelf, patiently waiting to change my life too. I'm sorry, Jessica! I'll have to do something about that.