Caught Red-Handed

Posted: January 20, 2012 in Consulting, Experiences

Not long ago, the police department gave me an honorary badge to wear so that it would be easier for me to be admitted to a crime scene. I was working on a case, and needed to find out if my client’s husband had a record, or any outstanding warrants. So I went to the police department, showed them my badge, and got into the records room and pulled his file. While I was looking over the file, the Police Chief walked in. This wasn’t exactly police work I was doing, so naturally, he startled me. Especially when he said. “What are you doing in here?”

As my heart was racing, I responded as truthfully as possible, and hoped I wouldn’t get into too much trouble. “Working on a case. I needed to see if this person had any outstanding warrants before I went to see him.”

“That’s smart thinking,” he said. “Hey, I’m really glad I caught you. Could you do me a favor?”

“Sure,” I answered.

He hesitated, knowing asking for my help to use my “premonitions” might seem weird, or make him look silly. But he really wanted to know what his wife was giving him for his birthday. I took a deep breath, relieved to know I was off the hook for being in the records room.

“Umm…I know this sounds crazy, but can you get any vibes for what my wife is giving me for my birthday?”

I smiled. “Sure, let me concentrate for a minute.” Of course, since I don’t really have “premonitions” I couldn’t tell him. So I listened to his thoughts to see what he wanted. He was hoping for a new fishing pole, and all the stuff that goes with it, but he didn’t think his wife would give him that since she didn’t like to go fishing. Maybe I could call her later, and tell her what he wanted.

“When is your birthday?” I asked.

“Next Wednesday,” he replied.

“Okay,” I said. Since today was Thursday, I had plenty of time to tell her. “Sorry, but all I’m getting is fish. That doesn’t make any sense, unless that’s what you’re having for dinner. Sorry.”

“No, no! That’s fine. Thanks.”

He left happy, and I left to call his wife.

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