Early this morning, my worker informed that there was an Indian wishing to meet me for a personal matter.
That sounded a bit weird - and I hesitated for a short while before I went out to face the Indian.
In his 50s, the Indian self-introduced with a card as a "Life Preditor" ( or fortune teller, as we normally call). Seeing this, I immediately turned him away diplomatically.
This was not the first time I encountered a fortune teller. When I first came out to work, an Indian dropped in my office one morning. Very politely, he requested for a short audience.
I was then very much just a greenhorn. Without too much deeper thinking, I happily invited the Indian to a seat. He then went straight to the point, introducing himself as a fortune teller.
A glib talker, indeed, he gave an impressive presentation of my life analysis. Besides that, his magical gimmicks also mesmerized me.
I was almost hoodwinked into going further when a sudden flash in my mind swung me back to reality. I gestured to him for a stop - and for the most amusing lip-service rendered, I paid him off with RM20. Apparently, he expected more.
This incident taught me a lesson : never give fortune tellers or other glib talkers a slightest chance even to start off. Exercise your good diplomacy to turn them away before they start rolling.
Avoid eye contact with them - they may possess certain hypnotizing or supernatural power, someone advised me.
I value very much this golden advice.
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