a strange day in north hollywood

so, ludek and i were leaving a screening yesterday, and stopped to get a sandwich. an indian man (turban, not feather) came up and grabbed L's hand, and began telling him his fortune. it was all good, he will have a long life and lots of good fortune in the next few years. the weird thing was that he said a lot of things that were dead on accurate. he pretty much pegged ludek's personality, and what is going on in his life right now. he wrote a number on a piece of paper and put it in ludek's hand crumpled up. he asked L. a bunch of questions, then asked him to pick a number, and it was 7. then he told him to look at the paper. it said 7. he said this is his lucky number, and that in 2007 he will have much luck and success. of course, he then got to the part where he wanted us to give him some money. we only had 7 dollars in cash! weird.

he said "in two years time you will see me again, and will remember me, yogi. and all that i have told you today will have come to pass." but wait. this is the kicker. he then looked at me, took my hand, and said, "you, my lady, have a kind heart, but an angry mouth."

of course, i will never hear the end of that one.