With my newly acquired wealth, I buy a hilltop home with a view, surrounded with blooming fruit trees and hire Jim Blowers as my personal driver.
I decide to spice up my place with new carpet. As soon as Blowers and I walk in the store, the owner recognizes me and says thrilled, “You’re Richard Turner. I saw you on TV!”
He anxiously introduces himself: “I’m Cole, the owner of this place. Can you tell me what you are looking for, and I will personally help you find something you’ll like.”
As Jim and I look and feel different carpets, Cole says, deeply affected, “Your ability to cut off a specific number of cards from a deck is very impressive! May I surmise that the deck is gimmicked in some way, or that you have some kind of indexing system? You can tell me. I won’t tell anyone. Am I correct? Is that how you do it?”
“No way,” I insist firmly, “I can do it with any deck.”
“That’s hard to believe,” he says, doubting. “I challenge you to duplicate the feat with a legitimate deck.”
“Not just with any legitimate deck,” I say resolutely. “In fact, I can even do it with a stack of postcards, or even pick off the exact number of your personal business cards.”