Awkward and Hilarious Moments

Posted by on May 11, 2018

Have you ever tried sending a text message to an individual only to realize you’ve just sent it to an entire group of people? It’s happened to me on more than one occasion. It was nothing scandalous, but I put my foot in my mouth by ruining a surprise party or a gift that was supposed to be a surprise (I don’t recall exactly). The occasional bone-headed blunder like that is unavoidable I suppose, even for those of us who are highly intuitive. I always say, being psychic doesn’t always translate to having common sense. Anyhow, awkward situations like that are nothing compared to some of the things I’ve experienced during my psychic readings. Here are just a few situations over the years that have left me feeling embarrassed, awkward, or just plain sheepish.

I once conducted a psychic/medium session only to later realize that my zipper had been down the entire time. It was a really emotional and serious session too. And after they left, I could only wonder if they had noticed.

There was another time that I gave individual psychic readings to a husband, and then to his wife, and then to his mistress . . . all within the span of a week. It was horrendously awkward, as all three of them mainly wanted to talk to me about their love life. But at least the wife knew her husband was having an affair. The strange this is, she really didn’t seem to mind. She said that he thinks he’s so smart but that he’s a terrible liar and she knows each and every time he’s done shady things behind her back. She’s certain that he’ll get what’s coming to him in the end, and she concluded by saying, “Karma’s a b****”.

Back in the day when I first started practicing as a psychic medium, I’d do house parties – I’d show up and give five or ten or twenty psychic readings, short sessions, just a sample of the type of work I do. Anyhow, by the end of the night, some of the participants had overindulged just a bit and were a tad tipsy. But this one young man, he was actually high as a Japanese kite and I could tell by his eyes that he was in la la land. It made my job really easy though, because he was completely mesmerized by every word I said. I’d predict something simple like the fact that he’d be changing jobs soon, or I’d sense something easy like the fact that he was the youngest child in his family . . . and he’d go, “Whooooah! That’s far out, man.” I’m pretty sure he thought I was a wizard or something, and I found it quite comical.

Another awkward situation happened when I arrived at another person’s house to do a group reading. I had never been there before and wasn’t familiar with the neighborhood, but my GPS said I had arrived at my destination, so I hopped out of the car and entered the home. I figured I was at the right location since tons of people were walking in the door, and people had drinks in their hands and food was being served in the kitchen. Someone shook my hand. I said I was the psychic and that I was happy to be there. I asked where they’d like me to set up. When the person looked at me with a confused expression, I wondered if I’d actually entered the wrong house. Turns out, I had! They tried to get me to stay anyway, insisting they had plenty of food. I scurried out of there and was blushing so hard I must have looked like a Valentine’s Day card.

At the midway point of one of my live audience readings, we took a restroom break. While in the women’s restroom, my wife overheard some ladies in their late 60s talking about how handsome they thought I was. It wasn’t awkward for me, per se, but potentially it was for my wife Kenzie, although she claims that she found it rather funny.

Most recently, there was a funny incident at one of my shows in Des Moines, Iowa. I brought along my wife Kenzie and our daughter Sky. They rarely come to my public shows, but did on this occasion. As I did my introduction, Kenzie was snapping a few photos. Meanwhile, our daughter Sky (who had just turned three at the time) was running up and down the rows of chairs in the audience with a fist full of my business cards. Kenzie finally realized that our child was on the loose, but couldn’t catch her because every time Kenzie would chase her out one door, Sky would run back in through another door. It was like trying to catch a pot belly pig at the state fair, and it was quite comical.

I could go on and on, but I suppose I’ll pause here before I share something really embarrassing. I suppose no matter what profession a person works in, there are bound to be moments of unexpected comedy. I hope you enjoyed reading this, and as always, if you would like to suggest a topic for a future blog article, don’t hesitate to contact me.