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I looked up from the little dress doodles I was drawing as I ate my lunch. A woman, maybe forty or fifty years old, was standing next to my table. This was several days ago, so my exact memory of her appearance has faded, and all I really get is an impression of grey hair, red face, purple clothes and a general circularness.

"Excuse me?"

"You will be a great fashion designer. I can tell. You will be. You know what you can do? You can wear a hat... with a long feather down the back, like a pony tail. You can have that idea for free.

"You could be a fashion model. I used to be a fashion model, and I still could be if I lost a hundred pounds. Don't you think I could be a fashion model?" She paused and stared intently at me.

"Um...?" was my highly intelligent response.

"You have beautiful eyes. They- they say that fashion models all have bad eyesight; glasses hide the loveliest eyes. You should never cut your hair. Cutting your hair is bad luck. The 6/49 jackpot tonight is $16 million. You should buy a ticket with Encore, and you'll win, and you can open a very successful fashion house and be a fashion model. Did you see the Yves St. Laurent collection? They showed it last night on CTV. It was terrible. You will do better. You have a beautiful smile, you don't need lipstick. I see you have some bread and meat there. You shouldn't eat so much bread and meat. You should eat more greens and salads. Bread and meat builds up in your colon. I can't eat whole wheat. I know. I know you will be a great fashion designer."

At this point she wandered away.

Apparently, I have some sort of crazy person magnet about my person. How else would they all find me?

(Please note that the 6/49 jackpot that night was NOT $16 million, but it was on Saturday. I'm kind of kicking myself for not buying a ticket)