There’s a $5 psychic reader nearby the martial arts school that I go to. One night the woman was out in the sidewalk doing her pitch. The rest happened exactly as it does here except I didn’t make a wiseass remark.

I love the line in the X-Files episode “Clyde Bruckman’s Final Repose” where the killer starts hurting the psychic and says “I’m sorry, but you’re a fortune teller. You should’ve seen this coming.”