Well, it was a full moon...It was Friday. The woman had a question. Sigh. That's how it always starts. Her question didn't make sense to Miss Information but that happens a lot too. The question was something along the lines of: what does "wear rags" mean? Miss Information tried to get some context or clarification but the woman kept repeating the same thing.
Eventually Miss Information did some kind of secret library clerk magic (aka a Google search) and suggested that some people considered used or damaged clothing to be rags. Ahhhh...the woman was satisfied. Now (now?) she decided to be all friendly and chatty. She didn't have a lot of money and sometimes purchased used clothing. That's probably why her luck was so bad. Oh, yeah? Her fortune teller had instructed her not to wear rags. It was all so clear now. The woman was terribly grateful that Miss Information was able to translate her fortune teller's message. Yep. Miss Information was also happy. Or disturbed. Whatever.
As she left, the woman glanced at Miss Information's t-shirt, which displayed a beautiful map of the London Underground. The woman was shocked and appalled. She wanted to know the meaning of the shirt. The what? It was a message, right? Miss Information was trying to tell the woman not to take the subway today. Obviously the shirt was a warning, right?
Nope. Miss Information's shirt was merely a reminder that she spent the summer at school and didn't go on any fabulous vacations. In retrospect, this may have been a mistake.