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Sit Up Straight!
The Swami will see you now…
The sign in the window read, Swami Shaantinanda: The blind Swami who hears the voices in your head.
“Seriously? I’m in relentless back pain as I await my appointment with my chiropractor and you’re taking me to an Indian snake charmer? Beth, you’re taking pleasure in my pain. Why are you doing that? I thought you loved me.”
“My dear Steven, I’m taking you here precisely because I love you! You go to the freaking chiropractor at least once a week. You get better for a day or two then you’re in back pain again. You need to get to the root cause of the pain.”
Steven and Beth entered the storefront. They went to a counter where a short Indian woman checked Steven in. Steven noticed that under the glass counter was an assortment of crystals, incense, bowls and bells, and tarot decks. After handing the woman a fifty dollar bill Steven and Beth sat in a row of chairs. There were two other people waiting to see the Swami.
“Promise me something, Beth.”
“What?”
“We’re not going to buy anything. Fifty bucks for the Swami and that’s it. Okay?”
“Okay. You realize, don’t you, that you spend more than that for twenty minutes with your chiropractor.”
