Post by jimbo brian blishwick vi on Dec 11, 2017 21:36:10 GMT -7
Hogsmeade! Oh what a treat this was for Jimbo. Another outing to conduct research, as well as meet some potential clients that were interested in getting readings done while in a public place instead of his shop. Jimbo disliked that for a few reasons, despite always giving in at the end. The first was because his matchmaking abilities typically sucked beyond belief when put on the spot in public. Now typically, this would probably be true for the Three Broomsticks due to how many students would be milling about. The drone of voices and people bumping into him alone would be too much, not to mention every curious pair of eyes trying to figure out what the guy meditating in the corner was doing. With school out, the Broomstick was basically a normal bar during the day, and for that, Jimbo was grateful. It meant he was due to get a way better reading on his client than he would on a busy day there, and thus, a happy client. As for the second reason why he had a disdain for public readings: he preferred the comfort of his favorite chair to meditate on. The wooden bar stools and chairs were great after a few beers had been flowing through him, but they did a number on his gluteus maximus when trying to concentrate. Plus, drinking on the job wasn’t really his thing.
The plan had been to meet his first client in the pub around noon. Noon had long since passed, so it was on to client number two, who had a meeting at one. One had also passed, and now Jimbo was drinking. There was no hope for those folks, he had already decided on it. Wasting his time and making a mockery of his business was the final straw for him. As far as he was concerned, they didn’t deserve to find the loves of their life if they could so easily blow him off. His track record for accuracy was impeccable. Someone would have to be an idiot not to trust his judgement. There was a reason he was thinking of writing a book about some of the better ways he had managed to help people out. Anything to draw more of a crowd.
With his meetings cancelled, the second part of his trip was started much earlier than he had anticipated. Jimbo had found lately that he was spending a lot of his spare time in coffee shops and bars, basically just watching people interact and learning how to read into social cues of newer generations. Ultimately it would help him place people more accurately than if he hadn’t done the research. Growing tired of watching a small group of twenty-somethings laughing at a nearby table, Jimbo swiveled himself around on his stool to finish off his beer. “I’m going to need another one, bartender,” he called out as he set the empty pint back down on the bar.