A reason why not to be a tarot reading junkie

A friend of mine used to go to a psychic every week. She had a regular appointment every Friday morning. One week, the psychic scared her...he couldn't see anything past Tuesday. Not a thing.

She was so frightened she took to her bed and didn't open the front door.
Tuesday arrived, she was so fed up, she cautiously stepped into her front garden. All was OKay.

By Tuesday afternoon she gained enough courage to cross the road to the corner shop to buy a paper.

Uh oh... local paper headlines:

Local Clairvoyant passes away will be sorely missed by all his clients.