A whole lot of things are sent to my office, and occasionally, something amusing makes it through the dozens of people that see it before I do, and goes to the Free Pile.
I’ve found some fun shit in the Free Pile, but I found a great one today.
Someone sent in The Analyst, which is a take-off on the Magic 8 Ball.
Instead of asking it questions, you tell it your problems. Insted of it telling you your fortune, it spouts psychobabble back at you.
“Tell me about your mother.”
“Let’s go with that.”
“Are you taking your meds?”
“Let’s move on.”
This is going to save me sooooo much money on psychiatry. I don’t know who will end up playing with it more, me or my cat.