To go or not to go was the question we were pondering while sitting on the beach on a rather gloomy summer’s day. In the end (after the advice of a rather wise friend) we were on our way to the Chinese Lantern Festival. Sadly, what sold us was the promise of amazing food stands (mmm, satay chicken and dumplings!) but what we’ll always treasure are the moments that were spent with the fortune-teller.
You see we were taking a food break (after all, a little digestion goes a long way in more eating) and decided to stroll around checking out the lanterns when we discovered a tent with a small sign saying “fortune-teller”. Being who we were, there was no question other than to queue up and find out what our lives were going to be like. After what seemed like eternity, it was our turn to had over $10 and find out what our future holds.
It was my turn first. Turns out that I’m a fire dragon (already known fact that I discovered back in the day), my lucky number is 9 and on September 9th I’ll be getting some good news (but he couldn’t tell me what it was…fortune teller my ass!) After that I was lectured about taking the long way to Ireland and that I will need to cover my throat in the winter months. After further questioning, according to this man, my palm says I will have lots of emotional problems (but not the worst he’s ever seen), my face says that I’ll never struggle for money (yah, I’m as puzzled as you are), and for me – just boys…maybe 2 or 3 (slightly confused as I’m not sure if we’re talking about children or my work environment).
As for my partner in crime – she’s a mental monkey doctor and her lucky number is 4. After trying to convince her to move to Hong Kong and then saying she could get her family from the UK to move to Hong Kong he went on a rant about how marriage is just an institution set up for the government to make money (bitter much?). He brought up relationships but couldn’t expand any further without seeing her partner before saying that she’d have 1 or maybe 2 kids (twins).
At this point, we were busting a gut as every new thing he said was even more ridiculous than the last. As there was an increasing queue for his services, we were quickly dismissed with the simply words of, “okay…go now…bye”. A story that might only be funny if you were in the moment but probably the best $10 I’ve spent in a very long time.