Jason Corley posted:

BUDDHATEK wrote:
>Do you have evidence that anybody can change the reality they live in
>simply by thinking about it?  Or is that a preferred belief?


El Dupree walked into the restaurant.  He ordered the bean burrito
and an extra large Humongous Gulp of Mountain Dew.  He slathered
the burrito in the hottest, most flatulence-causing salsa available
in the Four Corners area, "La Potencia" or "The Power."  Beside
him at the counter, a man in a suit sat eating a grilled chicken
sandwich with a slice of avacado on the side.  El Dupree
let loose with a horrendous belch.  The man in the suit leaned
across to the wrinkle-faced waitress and said "Check please."
The waitress brought the check to the man in the suit, and he
paid with his American Express Preferred Belief card.  The waitress
ran it through the slot of the cash register with a bored look,
neither knowing nor caring what the result would be, worried only
about if that immense greasy slob on the end stool would try
to skip out without paying.  The small blue LEDs read "Transaction
approved."  The man put on his gold-rimmed sunglasses and stepped
outside into the hot sun.  El Dupree looked over at the waitress.
She looked down at the receipt in her hand, brand new, but already
yellowed.

"Hey, chiquita, you an me we mebbe go back to j-your place, no?"
El Dupree said, rubbing his fingers across his immense paunch.

"No way," the waitress said.

Quick as a flash, El Dupree grabbed a #13 headsack and slipped it
over her head, pulling the drawstrings shut.  He ambled out of
the diner as the waitress pulled her head slowly out of the
headsack.  She saw that the grimy vinyl had smeared dirt and grease
all over the receipt.  When she looked at the shiny metal of the cash
register, she could see that it was in her hair and on her face, as
well.


The waitress was enlightened.