You are roused from sleep by a banging on the door. Checking your watch you see it is past noon. It was a heavy night last night and your head is throbbing. You remember you are the only one in the house, so you roll out of bed, throw on a dressing gown over your naked body and stumble to the door. In front of you is an old gypsy woman.
"Sprig of lucky heather, young man?" she asks, her eyes twinkling. She smiles revealing a graveyard smile.
"You got me out of bed for that?" you ask incredulously. "No, I dont want your useless good luck token. Now piss off."
The gypsy womans eyes turn to anger. "You will learn some respect. I curse you."
Now this is more interesting. You have never been cursed before. "Oh yeah? Surprise me," you say.
"The boy wants a surprise. Well then, you will wake up tomorrow morning as whoever first thanks you after the clock has struck eight tonight. And you wont regain your old body back until you have found me and bought a sprig of lucky heather."
"Dont be ridiculous," you say, slamming the door in her face. You had expected maybe 'You will not live past forty' or 'You are doomed to have a miserable life', but that was just plain silly. It is a little worrying, though, that you will be at a family get-together tonight. Plenty of people to say thank you after the clock strikes eight.
Now, where will the party be at your family house or at your girlfriends family house? |