Oh, for goodness sake. Not that ridiculous Grim again!
Ordering a palm reader is apparently as simple as ordering a pizza these days. Some guy in my building ordered one (a palm reader, not a pizza) today, and once she was here she said she’d read anyone’s palm for ten bucks. With gas prices in the three-dollar per gallon range, it makes pretty good business sense to read a bunch of palms within walking distance, I suppose. I won ten bucks this morning on a bet, and decided to spend it on the palm reader because it was all very Jane Eyre meets Harry Potter, and if you don’t pause at least slightly in that intersection, I don’t think I want to know you.
First the palmist said I had soft hands, and that they smiled nice. Which: true and true. Then she got to work pressing on my hand and trailing her finger over my palm. The good news: I have a long, clear life line, which indicates… a long clear life. My head line says I am logical, sometimes stubbornly so. My heart line says I am an idealist emotionally. I have solid values, lots of physical energy, and am on the brink of great love.
The bad news: I don’t have a destiny line.
She acted like it was shocking and terribly sad. I told her I didn’t believe in destiny or fate, so really? Not a big deal. But thanks for the empathy.
Why didn’t I believe in destiny, she wanted to know.
Because if destiny was a real thing, I told her, I’d have gotten a Hogwarts letter when I was eleven, dropped out of Divination when I was thirteen, and signed a professional Quidditch contract with Puddlemere United when I was twenty. Or I would have found a dragon egg in the woods behind my house when I was a child, and be a fully trained Rider by now.
She nodded in understanding and said my palm also indicated I wasn’t a materialist. But I don’t think she got that from my hand at all. I think she got it from my new shoes.
Comments
HAd I known that you were doing that, I would have come over. I have ALWAYS wanted to have that done. And today, I have 10 bucks. I considered Moes for lunch, but alas I didn't eat Moes or have my palm read. Now I am sad. I like your new shoes, though!
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If you need a Moe's date, you know I'm your girl. :)
Posted by: Melissa Coleman | December 5, 2007 03:56 PM
How about tomorrow at 12:30pm at the Moe's on exit 13?
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Absolutely! I am very there. I'll be the one with no destiny line on my palm.
Posted by: Melissa Coleman | December 5, 2007 04:01 PM
Oooooh! How do you find a palm reader... y'know, in case there isn't one in the lobby of your building? Because I am absolutely DYING to know when I will find my dragon egg and start training. Also, when the third book is going to be out. I'm dying to know THAT, too.
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Ol' Paolini has split the third book up. It's going to be two more books. And the third one is due out in like Fall 2008. It sure does take a long time to write a dragon trilogy!
Posted by: shari | December 5, 2007 04:19 PM
I think that if you actually DID have a destiny you would be both a professional Quiddich player AND a fully trained Rider. Why should you have to only live in one world at a time?
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Yeah, good point! You write that book and I will so read it!
Posted by: Jenn (the not-sister) | December 5, 2007 04:41 PM
on the brink of great love
I've been meaning to tell you: I love, love, love you.
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Oh, Matthew. You're a little too late. But there will always be a special place in my heart for you. Now hurry along, and feed Keira Knightley some cake. She needs to gain weight.
Posted by: Matthew MacFadyen | December 5, 2007 05:03 PM
I covet those shoes.
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I'll get you some.
Posted by: Jenn The Sister | December 5, 2007 05:48 PM
Again with the gambling.
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And still no forthwith. What do you have to do to get a girl's attention around here?
Posted by: reddirtgirl | December 5, 2007 06:04 PM
I dig your new shoes.
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Well, thank you. :)
Posted by: Jill | December 5, 2007 06:20 PM
I wonder if palm readers get sick a lot from touching people's germy hands
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Don't worry, I speedy quick used my antibacterial hand gel.
Posted by: srah | December 5, 2007 06:30 PM
Hey, can you have Matthew MacFadyen introduce me to John Krasinski?
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Actually, I heard that's what you're getting for Christmas.
Posted by: Jennie! | December 5, 2007 08:17 PM
Wait, wait, wait....I want Moe's too. I'll have 2 Funk Meisters and a bottle of water.
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Come with me and Melissa tomorrow!
Posted by: Gravesland (Courtney's Uncle) | December 5, 2007 09:48 PM
I love those Chuck's!
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Thank you! I trust your opinion on all things awesome. :)
Posted by: Mad William | December 6, 2007 01:30 AM
"...because it was all very Jane Eyre meets Harry Potter, and if you don’t pause at least slightly in that intersection, I don’t think I want to know you."
I couldn't possibly love you more. Poo on destiny. YOU'RE ON THE BRINK OF A GREAT LOVE!!!
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Apparently it's you! You couldn't love me more! Hurrah. Also, I can not hear the word "destiny" without thinking: "I'm George, George McFly, and I'm your density. I mean... destiny."
Posted by: Kelly | December 6, 2007 07:52 AM
I think it would be fun to have my palm read. My hands aren't very soft, so maybe she wouldn't have liked me as much as she liked you.
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She didn't like me. She just wanted all my dollars.
Posted by: churlita | December 6, 2007 12:14 PM
I've honestly never seen any like those. I want a pair of bright green ones.
Posted by: kerrianne | December 7, 2007 01:48 PM
I feel compelled to tell you that I just finished the last HP book last night (for the third time, lest you doubt my devotion) and was recently - and totally unrelated to this post - pondering the mad wife in the attic, a la Jane Eyre. Your feed in my feedreader? Meant to be.
Posted by: Moose in the Kitchen | December 10, 2007 12:17 AM