Last year my wife and I decided to head out to the big easy(New Orleans) for a mini vacation away from Texas. Yes we left Texas as beautiful as our State is we wanted to do the tourist thing and visit the French Quarter drink up the Cajun Music and eat a shirmp Poo-boy.
On our way to New Orleans we had some car trouble with one of our front tires but couldnt find what was wrong with it. It didn't stop us from having fun so we went and visited many shops and we did the carriage tour.
Our last day we ran into a fortune teller who offered to do our fortune for a nominal price and we figured what could it hurt. I figured by the end of the reading I would be a millionaire with a sports car but the reading was actually surprising.
One of the readings went on to say we had problems with our car and we needed to look into getting it fixed. What was freaky was he told us that it was something to do with the right tire. Keep in mind we were about 75 miles away from New Orleans when we heard the noises coming from the car.
After the reading he gave us an amulet and told us that it should take care of any problems and to give us a safe journey. As soon as we left New Orleans I kid you not the car noise went away.
We got home and had one of our friends who was a mechanic take a look at the wheel and he said there was nothing wrong.
Maybe it was the Voodoo Queen giving us a warning. ;)
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