What 'app-ened

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"Well you know, I'm supposed to be the leader," I stated. "So all of you have to follow."

Actually, I couldn't believe that I was there at all. After all, I have a scientific mind and don't believe in stuff like numbers. Adding up the digits on the date of birth to get your personality, indeed!

If it hadn't been for Anita's insistence, I wouldn't have been there, but I owed her a favour and she wanted company.

Her 'fortune', or whatever you call it, was to be creative and expressive, and she was. Mine was to be a leader. And the first thing I wanted to do was to lead the people to downloading this new app I'd found which would guarantee weight loss and fitness.

"You can't believe all those claims," the workshop leader said gently, and that's when the argument started. I asserted my right as a leader, so proclaimed by her.

In the meantime, her assistant, who had been re-checking our calculations, quietly said 'wait'.

She was quiet, but there was something compelling in her voice. We turned to her.

She looked straight at me. "You've done the calculations incorrectly. You don't fall into the first category, but the third. You're supposed to be the healer, the gentle one. And it certainly doesn't say anything about downloading apps!"

Everyone laughed. I wanted to laugh, too, but —


“I was so mortified, I wanted to crawl in a hole!”