Psychic Call-Out On Govt. Worker

I had to go to the place for dropping ooff a note to the FBI, because my intent is to ask why the hell I keep having problems with all of my mail, which is drastically affecting my life, online and by postal mail.

So I went to these Rural offices where I stood there to make a note and the one guy who is always there was polite, as usual. However, two women there just sat and made fun of me and mocked me from their desk. So I asked God, in a flash second, show me something about that woman. I got a teapot. So, I went with it.

I said to the woman with brunette hair, "Could yu guys use some tea? I'm asking because I have a few boxes of sealed tea and it's never been opened before." The short haired blond piped up and said no, she didn't drink tea and I said I wasn't asking her, I was asking the other woman. The other woman said she drank coffee but I knew she fucking drank tea because I saw her fucking teapot.

So I said, "Oh really? I was going to give you some dragon tea." So then the one woman is looking really uncomfortable and I could tell by her body language that she did drink tea. She completely lost her haughty holier than thou demeanor.

Then I said, after I came back to drop it off in an envelope (not wanting to leave it on the door)--"You know what is SO weird?" I said to the man with the women listening, "...These PEEEOple who make COFFEE with their teapots! I mean, I've heard of it, but I've never really known anyone who did." So I went on, about how one might make coffee with a teapot and the brunette got lower and lower in her chair. she didn't even want to look at me.

The pot I saw was in a house but it could have been an office one. However, I got more of an idea of it in the house, but I saw her using it or around it.

Then I said, "Kinda hard to beat a psychic isn't it?" and dropped the letter on the table and walked out, leaving both of them speechless and subdued. At least the brunette was.

I walked to the elevator and said out loud, "Bitch."

So it was very small and insignificant, but still, thanks God! I love you! now if you would only give me something important, like...Hmmm...I dunna know. But thanks for the teapot God.

The only thing I felt was cheap and tawdry was to refer to myself as a psychic. That's a little out there and boastful and then I was walking, "Is this like acknowledging one is a writer? like one can claim this rightly even if you're unpublished?" And I thought, with my parting comment, I was starting to sound like a town weird-o.

I saw the type of pot and everything but don't want to say because it doesn't matter so much, as I've already figured out I get about 80% close to the right thing but might be just slightly off. So I did get a certain tone but won't go into it.