Aubrey stopped me and asked me if I would like to have my fortune told.
“Sure,” I said.
She pulled out about a dozen Pokémon cards and fanned them out, their backs to me. “Okay,” she said, “pick just one card but don’t look at it.”
“Okay.” I scanned my hand over the cards and picked one near the center. I did not look at it.
She grabbed it from my hand, looked at it for a bit, then showed it to me. I only saw it for a brief second before she pulled it away and said, “In your future, you’re going to get a dog!”
“A dog?” I said. “When will I get a dog?”
“Hmm,” she said, thinking about it. “When you’re fifty!” And then she ran away.
The 1st grade teacher was nearby and overheard the whole conversation. She laughed and said, “Yeah, you’ll be so sad and lonely at fifty that of course you’re going to get a dog.”
“Damn,” I said and laughed along with her.