My task was to coordinate the distribution of all paper media at a huge skill-sharing convention.
Many of these presenters were shyly sharing their skills with humanity for the very first time. They were quite nervous and a little bumbly. I felt motherly towards them, like I wanted to cheer them on and encourage them in any way possible.
It was very entertaining to go from booth to booth, catching tidbits of each presentation as I reorganized their fliers, posters and business cards on the display tables.
Some folks were rather eccentric and hilarious... like a sweaty middle-aged balding fat man in a bright blue spandex bib-suit who was teaching people
"POWER-BATTLE AEROBICS SKILLS", just in case we ever needed to "take our workout to the streets!"
I wandered over to another booth where an older East Indian woman, dressed in brightly colored silks, insisted that I sit down while she serves me chai. This was her skill.
"16 different kinds of chai." she kept chirping. "This one will make you have a baby!!!" she says, handing me the steaming cup. She then holds up a poster collage of her 7 grown children--all whose existences she owes to this chai.
"I don't want to have a baby." I say as politely as I can, bracing myself for her response.
She just bursts into cackling laughter as if she doesn't believe me.
The alarm goes off, and I wake up. Saved by the bell!
Appearance of numbers 16 and 7:
Arcanum 16 = The Tower
Arcanum 7 = The Chariot (or "Triumph" in the Gnostic tarot)