How I Irritated A Palm Reader

I swear the weirdest things happen to me when no witnesses are around.  I have the worst luck ever.

For instance, my junior year at WVU, I attended UpAllNight with my two friends Jenna and Jade.  The activity was palm reading; I stood in one line while they stood in the other.

I waited patiently for my turn.  Finally, I was allowed in the tent; the male palm reader greeted me with a smile.  And, let me tell you that was the only positive thing that happened in that tent.

He told me that I loved Sociology and that I love helping people.  Okay, that’s cool.  Then, he went off on this weird tangent that I should stay away from men because they’ll bring me down.

Say what now?  That was random considering I didn’t ask for love advice nor really wanted it.  He told me to ask him a question.  When I did, he yelled at me for wasting his time on a question I already knew the answer to.

What was his problem?  Did he and the female palm reader make a bet of after so many students, be rude for a laugh?  Did I remind him of an evil ex?

Let’s just say, I was relieved when I could leave; good thing it was free.  He was my first palm reading (if you could even call it that hee hee), and I’m not motivated to try another.

When I met up with the girls, they had nothing but positive things to say about their readings.  When I told them my story, we all laughed and joked that I have a certain charm that keeps guys away.

Looking back now, it could have been worse.  I mean at least he didn’t take my hand or necklace and jump back with a scared expression saying something creepy about me only having a few days to live, or that I was being stalked.

So, the question is:  How did I irritate this palm reader?  Your guess is as good as mine.  I’d love to hear some theories…

Keep smiling,

Yawatta Hosby