"You have a tremendous amount of energy." the old lady said as she slid one card from the tarot deck she had shuffled and laid it down on the table. It was an old deck and looked as if it were handmade.
"You know this from that card, or the fact that I have been on my feet for over an hour, waiting in this line for my turn for you to tell me my fortune..?" I asked, trying to draw a laugh. I didn't.
Her eyes, deep, blue and unblinking, were fixed on mine when suddenly the left one took off on its own, streaking for each corner of her socket before disappearing up and behind the eyelid. Her right eye continued to gaze at me, as if just absorbing and transmitting information to somewhere else. I blinked, glanced down for a moment, and when I looked up, both her eyes were again fixed at my face. My god!, I thought at that moment, I know this woman from somewhere.
"Well," she said laying another card from the deck onto the table. "You want to get rid of the clutter in your life..."
"You mean like... my wife?" I joked again. She just gazed at me and waited. "Hey, the couple behind me, there,” I pointed “Promised me fifty bucks if I would hurry my turn up..." She ignored my pointed finger.
"Not your wife." She spoke solemnly. "It means like ... like maybe your garage, or you have someplace else. Your life is cluttered and you have a need to remove it..."
Wow, I thought to myself – here is a man that needs to clean his garage. Surprise - surprise. I really needed a fortune teller to tell me that. Just wait until I tell my wife – who went ahead of me in the line to get her fortune told first – that my fortune involved getting rid of clutter in my life – either her or her junk in the garage. Either way, it was never going to happen.
The old women looked at me and moved close to me. She looked up and her eyes twinkled as she spoke softly “I will not BS you.” She moved away and continued. “Others will. They will say things that suit themselves.
