Oh those crystal ball gazers, they're full of it. When I was fifth grade, I went to the school garden one weekend to cultivate my plot of greens. There was an old lady scavenger
by the mounds of rice husk from the rice mill from accross the street. The owner somehow had permission to dump that waste product in the school yard. Well, the lady told me that she was a palm reader (and I believed her.) She did not ask much in return for her service. She only wanted three tomatoes from my plot. "Okay, no problem, you can have these tomatoes."
I readily agreed with her cheap price. So she looked at the creases on my right palm and said, "When you grow up and have a girl friend, don't marry the first one. The seventh one is the one best suited for you, " she summed up all of my fortune in that ridiculous statement.
So years later, when I did have relationships, I did think of that stupid remark from that old impostor. So when I thought I was ready for a serious committment, I tied the knot although that wasn't number seven yet. Well, I guess that woman was right, or I was stupid to believe that she was right.
Ben Soloria
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