We took a Ghost Tour through New Orleans’ French Quarter, but it was a disappointment. Our guide Philippe rambled, trailed off, and nearly got us lost. And his bloody stories were short on actual ghosts. Still, we followed him through the moonlit streets and tipped generously, all the while grumbling to ourselves.
My wife was content to let the matter rest, but I wanted to give the tour company a piece of my mind. When I called them up, the woman who answered almost hung up on me.
“Is this a prank call?” she asked. “Philippe died three years ago!”

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