You’re walking home from work one night and taking shortcuts through a labyrinth of dark
city alleyways to meet someone on time. Suddenly, a stranger parts the shadows in front of
you, comes close and asks you to hold out your palm. You oblige.
“It’s just as I suspected,” she says after a closer inspection of my palm.
The stranger continues to explain, “Your wish will finally come true. This broken life line means that you will get your life back on track after a short hiatus.”
I replied, “You sound a bit like a fortune cookie.”
She smiled and said, “Well, I’m also a fortune cookie teller.”