Everybody seemed to know George as soon as he walked in. He’s friendly and he’s charming.
I was at the front counter of a Jack’s restaurant waiting for my Tuesday dinner. Most of the employees were busy, but George was soon attracting an audience of employees and customers. His charm was magnetic enough that it was hard to walk away.
He brought in a box filled with magic tricks. Someone in the back called out for him to do with one with balancing nails and everybody was soon laughing. George is a regular in the restaurant, but I’d never seen him, since he’s a fixture at breakfast time instead of the evening.
He had me write down a number for him and with a bit of trickery, he knew my number. He used the same system to “guess” someone else’s number. I could generally tell how the trick worked, but I didn’t really care. George was having such a good time — and his audience was so happy — that nobody really cared how the tricks worked.
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