I went to a palm reader, but I suppose it isn't the same thing. Regardless, it was a waste of money. The woman was picking up on things I said and telling them back to me in a slightly different way, as if she had figured it out herself. She would pick up clues to my life and run with them. I honestly believe she wasn't so much a palm reader as she was a people reader.
It's interesting. She thought that I was intelligent and on my way to success due to the fact that I was dressed very nicely and that I was in college, but at the time I'd been failing every course and often wore the same clothes every single day beyond that particular day.