As Ryan was about to pass out from the whiskey, the infomercial he was watching caught his eye. It wasn't any of the infomercials he had seen since he had broken up with Kristin, and he was releived. "Finally," he thought. "Something new to watch."
On the screen was a gypsy woman, looking to be in her fifties or sixties, with her hair wrapped up. It was a cheesy infomercial with the over-the-top crystal ball, ouija boards, and tarrot cards, all filling up the screen. After the tagline "Let me predict a fun new future for you" was dropped for the tenth time, Ryan was about ready to turn it off. He had seen enough. As he reached for the remote to turn off the TV and drunkenly stumble his way to his bed, the TV said in a chilling manner:
"And, tonight only! If your name is Ryan, your psychic reading is free. Just call the toll free number on the screen."
Ryan was confused. As little as he believed in psychics, he believed in television physics even less. Plus, there was probably some hidden fee if he did call. He reached down to the remote again, and again the TV seemed to sense it.
"Don't touch that remote! Call now, and have a fun new future predicted for you. Sometimes, especially after a hard breakup, it can help to see the light at the end of the tunnel. Call now!...
...Ryan."
The last word seemed almost to taunt him. Somehow it knew his name and that he was dealing with a break up. Well, if it is free, I'm sure I could use a laugh.