Sunday, October 22, 2006 - 05:48 pm, by: Tref Abbott(Tref)
Actually, all joking apart, a few years ago when I was living in Devon, I took my Beamer to get four new tyres. While I was waiting in their reception area, I noticed that the guy had some local brochures/business cards so I asked if I, also, could put some brochures in there. The owner asked me what the brochures were advertising and I innocently told him that I was a Hypnotherapist and that the brochures were detailing the sort of problems I could fix. He said 'Yeah, ok' and I went back to reading the 5 year old car mag while his crew finished doing the tyres. A few minutes later the owner called me over so I could pay the bill but instead of handing it over he sort of turned away and handed it to me over his shoulder. "Derr-" I'm thinking, "there's something wrong here" (I'm quick like that) so after having the bill almost thrown at me, I asked what the problem was.
It took the bloke a few seconds before he thought about it and then carefully moved several feet away from me. Only then did he say 'Well, you're a hypnotherapist aren't you?'
"Yes" sez I, "so what?"
Then he admitted that he genuinely believed that if he looked me in the eyes I would somehow be able to hypnotize him into thinking that I'd already paid the bill!
