Let’s set the Wayback Machine to 1999. I’ve been diagnosed with an eye problem that will require surgery. Both the problem and the surgery to correct it are rather "squishy" and I’ll spare you the details. I’ll also spare you the suspense, since it’s not relevant to the story: the procedure was successful and my eyes are fine.
It was the palm readings that lead to my gradual disenchantment with reading at the Faire.
Question: What do the other readers on Mystics Way call you when you’ve been reading at the Ren Faire for 14 seasons?