Late afternoon, walking past the spooky shell of the Old New Amsterdam Hospital on my way to the taxi rank yesterday I decided to check out the wares on offer at one of the bread stalls by the road. While I was gawping at the array of different shapes of breads, buns and cakes on offer and trying to work out what I needed, the sales lady interrupted my confusion - "Wholemeal?"
Whu - Eh - Hmm - How
She knew what I wanted even before I did. And I'd never once stopped there before.
Of course, the prosaic explanation is that she had noticed that all white people love wholemeal bread (a quick survey of New Amsterdam volunteers suggested this is true here) or that she thought I was someone else.
But I prefer to believe she can just read my subconscious desires. I can't wait to find out what I want next time I go there.
Just up the road from there is another stall selling bread, a table with the following painted loudly on the front:
THIS STALL IS COVERED WITH THE BLOOD OF JESUS,
FILLED WITH THE ANOINTING AND THE HOLY SPIRIT
It looks like an environmental health warning. I'm sticking with the psychic one.