ASK HERBERT THE PSYCHIC FLOUNDER.

Dear Mr. Flounder: I have been thinking of a change of professions, since there seems to be little future in my current career track. Have you any advice to help me sort out the many possible directions for a man in my position? —Sincerely, Charles, Prince of Wales.

Dear Sir: It is always wise to place life-changing decisions in the hands of the spirits. Their direction is always reliable, though metaphorical. In this case the spirits sent me a vision very promptly. I saw a route 91 Butler Street bus outside the Wood Street subway station, and the driver of the bus was an emu. Another emu was trying to board the bus, but the driver emu insisted that no one could board without a proper rutabaga. The passenger emu offered a turnip, but the driver emu turned up his beak and drove off. Then a vendor cart rolled up the street selling rutabagas, and the passenger emu told the vendor, “Fat lot of good that does me now, I just missed my bus.”

Of course this vision requires some interpretation in order to apply it properly to your situation. After some thought, I have concluded that you ought to go into some line of trade involving the letters E-M-U, such as emulators or emulsifiers.

Comments

  1. von Hindenburg says:

    You could go work for Mallet and Co in Carnegie (makers of fine food emulsifiers but, unfortunately, neither large hammers or articulated locomotives).

  2. KevinT says:

    For someone as tremulous as HRH Charles, I suggest becoming the operator of a cremulator. It’s bone-crushingly boring, but HRH seems perfectly suited to interact with the clientele.

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