Dr. Phil Sorts Prophetic Teacups in a Georgian-Era Customs House

At the Georgian-era customs house, every imported teacup predicts a different minor inconvenience, and Dr. Phil is refusing to clear the shipment until the saucers show some consistency. He examines each cup under lamplight, calmly separating “rain before lunch” from “awkward carriage silence” with the focus of a man protecting national beverage security.

When one cup forecasts a biscuit shortage, he orders a full recount and reminds the dockworkers that panic is not an inventory system. The tea cools, the paperwork multiplies, and absolutely nobody questions his authority. Today's completely unnecessary Dr. Phil moment.