You’re on a long flight, and a palm reader sitting next to you insists she reads your palm. You hesitate, but agree. What does she tell you?
First, I can’t imagine ever agreeing to let anyone do this hocus pocus on me.
Second, I’ve a lot more life behind me than ahead of me on this old earth, and I really don’t care to know my earthly future before it happens. I like to be surprised.
Third, on the outside chance that I agreed to this exercise, I’m so skeptical that I probably would have a hard time to keep from laughing at the poor lady.
Finally, if she really knows her business, she’ll realize I’m not a cooperative client. Maybe we could both take a nap, or read a book, or watch a movie.