She Should’ve Invested in a Security Camera
Gene’s so far above me intellectually that I’ll never understand how we’re best friends. He has degrees in things I’ve never heard of, yet here we are, on another of his incongruous adventures.
We’re inside one of those sketchy psychic houses. You know the ones—they look like franchises, and Madame Zelda is bestowing Gene with all kinds of vague truths about him, while he (an actual Mensa member!) is eating it up.
The door bursts open and three men in bright windbreakers labeled “police” enter, yelling “search warrant!”
We’re all thinking the same thing: the psychic didn’t see this coming?