Last summer, my friend, Julie, and I decided to go see a local fortune teller — a gypsy. Her name is Janet. She and her husband have a little house not far from where we work. The little white stucco home has a little white picket fence around it.
A bright blue neon palm hangs in the window. Yes…just like you see in movies. The blue neon palm hangs wide open, fingers extended — palm up — just waiting for our money.
I knew she was a gypsy. How many “real” psychics have a blue neon palm hanging from their front window? That bright blue sign just begged for my money.
Julie and I left work at noon one sunny afternoon. She quickly drove us to the blue palm and white house, where we parked outside. Dubious, yet anticipatory, we sat in the car debating if we should really go in. It was only $10.00 for a palm reading. I was embarassed. After all, I knew it was a gypsy — I didn’t want anyone to see me going in there. Actually, Julie wasn’t about to advertise the fact that SHE was going in, either……but we did.
Climbing out of her car, we strode to the door of the little white stucco home. We knocked. The screen squeaked open and there stood Janet — just like a normal person — with her little 2-year-old son. In what sounded like an Eastern European accent, she asked what we were wanting — we said the palm reading. We entered directly into her small living room, cramply filled with a wide-screen tv, and an expensive audio system. I took a seat on the couch, while Janet, as she introduced herself, immediately led Julie into a small adjoining room.
I was left with her son. The little tot wanted to play. I guess I was elected babysitter. He tossed a ball around, and hit several pieces of furniture. I really had no choice but to join him on the floor to keep him quiet.
Julie and Janet were deep in her reading. About 20 minutes later, Julie emerged, gave me a sly look, and took her turn at babysitting. I entered the small room.
The room had one small, but high window in it. The room was a buffed beige color, and there was a Catholic altar at one end with candles on it. Statues of Mary abounded. A computer sat in another corner.
There were no dim lights, and I took a seat on a small couch where Janet joined me. She took my hand, turned my palm up and began to read. She told me of a service man in my life — that part WAS true. I don’t really remember much else, to be honest — so I guess it wasn’t terribly revealing. After twenty minutes I was finished. Janet and I left the small enclosure to join Julie who was still playing with her son.
Julie and I gave each other silent looks of “Well, what did she say??” to each other. Quickly we left her home and clambered into the car.
Julie seemed to feel that Janet was pretty accurate with her. She was telling Julie about love in her life. But Janet also cautioned Julie that she should have her aura “cleansed” by the gypsy. Julie was concerned — did her aura really need cleaning?? I assured her that I would clean it for her for free, if it really needed it. (I think the gypsy wanted to take her to the cleaners!! Ha, ha!!)
It was interesting and amusing. Well, several weeks later, Julie wanted to go again to see Janet. This time we were met by her “associate,” a young lady who was about 20. She, too, had that odd accent. Janet remembered us. She began talking to this associate, I shall call Lydia, in their strange-sounding language. Then they approached me and Julie. Looking at Julie and then at Lydia, Janet talked again in their language. Lydia was doing the readings today.
She ushered Julie into that same room. After Julie left, Lydia read for me. When I asked if she could tell me more, give me more specific information, she merely said, “For a LIFE reading, you must pay $100.” I decided I didn’t want to know about my life THAT badly.
After we left their house with the blue neon palm in the window, Julie was upset. Why, she exclaimed, that Lydia told her the same things that Janet did, and added information that Julie had already revealed to Janet! Janet had remembered her and told Lydia all about her! Julie was quite fraught.
Shortly after our encounters at the gypsy palm house, we saw an ad in the local paper for yet another gypsy — another blue neon palm, but in another location. This gypsy had an ad for a palm reading for only $5.00 (with the coupon!). For $5.00, we figured, “why not?” So, Julie called.
The gypsy responded — “Oh, no, THAT was a misprint…it is really $25.00 for a reading.” So, we never did go. Another woman we know saw the same ad, only months later but in a different newspaper. She called for her $5.00 reading — only to be told that, “Oh, no, THAT was a misprint….” Hmmmm, seems funny how that SAME misprint keeps appearing exactly the same.
Maybe Julie and I ought to go and read THEIR palms. Let’s see, that’s only $5.00 a reading from us. Oops, sorry, now that I have you here, I meant to tell you that it’s really $50.00 a reading. What? You mean you didn’t know ahead of time? Well, let me see your palm, and I will tell you the future …. if you cross my palm with money, you will be sure to make us rich!
Sometimes when I drive down the street at night I see that blue neon sign bright as the sun in the dark sky. The finger beckoning me in….”Come and I will tell you your fortune…just $5.00 for a reading”….and I keep on driving by until the blue neon sign is just a faded blue blink in my rearview mirror.