McGee: That fortune teller was onto something

I came across a news story about a guy who got caught burglarizing a fortune teller’s home. He wanted his money back, $200,000, which he paid to have a “love spell” cast on a woman. It didn’t work.
Have you ever visited a fortune teller?
I have.
It was long ago and far away when I was adrift on “The Sea of Life,” looking for direction. Of course many who know me think I’ve always been adrift on The Sea of Life.
My daily commute took me past a house with a sign out front that read “Palm Reader.” One Friday evening I moseyed inside.
Inside was a woman with long, jet-black hair tied with a bandana, a long skirt and billowy blouse. “Ah, a gypsy!” I thought to myself.
I plopped down the princely sum of $20 and sat at a table with “The Gypsy.”
Soon she was examining my palm.
“Ooh,” she said, brow furrowing. “You have heavy karma from a previous life, but soon you will be through paying it back.”
“And soon you will be taking a journey into the desert,” she added.
This last comment shocked me. I played a poker face and didn’t let her know how stunned I was. I hadn’t said a word to her about my plans to move to New Mexico. How did she know? Lucky guess? Coincidence? Or did this “gypsy” really have fortune telling abilities?
“Now,” she said, “If you will bring me an article of your clothing and $50 I will be able to tell you about that karmic debt from a previous life.”
Somehow the handing over of, say, a sock or a shirt or my skivvies along with 50 of my hard-earned dollars seemed a bit of a stretch to me.
I left the fortune teller’s and never went back.
I made my journey to the desert.
And I stayed.

Grant McGee is a long-time broadcaster and former truck driver who
rides bicycles and likes to talk about his many adventures on the road
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