I just had Yogi in my office! He did the whole nine yards routine..Lucky face..flower..number..The bad news is that he didn't reveal much Yogi said I've had a rough past 2 years..OFCOURSE..like everyone else..More bad news..He took my lunch money..$8 Yet he wanted more..but I knew it is all just too fishy...Yogi owes me lunch!

Happened to me today.
Fort Lauderdale, Florida.
I was at work. An Indian man, about 40 years of age came into the shop I work at. He handed out a red laminated card, stating his "profession as a fortune teller". Off the bat, I told him that I had no cash available. He said that it was okay, that he was going to tell me my fortune anyway and whatever I felt like paying him was enough. I told him that I could do $5.00. He agreed and insisted on finding a piece of paper to write on. At this point, he mentions that I have a friend that is talking sh*t about me and that I have two men who are loosing sleep over me. He wanted to sit with me and discuss further my fortune. As I was walking close to him, he mentioned that I had a very beautiful face (I don't mean to sound smug, but I get this a lot from everyone, so I really pay no mind to this). He gave me a hug and told me how good hearted I was.

I am a sucker for people being nice to me, to the point that even if I get nothing in return, I can sleep like a baby, because I know that at the end of the day, I f*cking made a difference in the world, instead of being another @$$h013 in South Florida (which its chock full of them already). I'm not a hippie. I am just a good person in general.

I sat down with this "Indian fortune teller" He makes me write down on the paper my name and my age. Then, he proceeded in handing me this crumpled piece of paper, for me to hold it in my right hand. He tells me at what age I am going to kick off, and how peaceful my death will be. He asked if I believed in god, because I was wearing a rosary. I said not really. I told him that I like religious art in general. He said that God is being good to me for being so good. He mentioned not to cut my hair or toenails on Fridays, not to wear black on Saturdays and to walk slow on Sundays. He told me to choose a number between 1 and 5. To choose a favorite color, and to choose a favorite flower. I said 5 and he said no. He made me choose another number! lol! He made me choose a color, and I said "Teal". He did not understand what color this was. So to make it easier, I mentioned Red. In the end, my choices were: #2, Red and Rose. Sure enough, those were the same things that were written in the crumpled piece of paper that I was holding in my right hand. I was amazed. I am not going to lie. He asked me if I had a boyfriend. I said yes. He asked me his age and I told him. His face turned a bit mischievous when he learned that my boyfriend was 14 years my senior. Then (this is were it gets weird) He asks me how many times me and my boyfriend have sex. I refuse to tell him, and told him that the question was too personal. He kept on insisting and left him with the doubt.
That's when I kind of thought it was getting a bit weird. He wrote on his notepad poor, medium, rich. And placed 30 for poor, 40 for medium and rich 50. This was the amount that I can give to him. I told him that I only had 20 dollars for me to spend. He asked me if I has a credit card, but I kept on saying no. He handed to me a weird bead and told me to keep it and tell no one I have it. That it was "lucky". He also made me throw the papers away where my fortune was written.

Suddenly, I remembered that I was saving money for a little present I was going to buy a friend of mine that lived overseas. At this point, I knew he was desperate. He smelled like if he has been walking all day under the Floridian sun, with no chance of escaping it. He was also asking for directions on a map after the "fortune telling". He was lost. I knew I had 30 dollars saved up for my friend's present, 20 dollars for food and 280 bucks that I made for the day (I am a tattoo artist). I gave him 30 bucks. He was happy. He gave me a hug and told me a lot of indian sweet nothings and left.
I felt good, despite the fact that he tried to suck more money off me. Because I know that he didn't have much luck today finding suckers in downtown. I hope those 30 dollars can help him get to where ever he needs to go or be. Even though I have to save up from scratch again for my friend's gift, I could care less. Because I know that he will have money in his pocket. It's brutal out there, especially if you are visiting another country, and have no money. You hate being scammed, but we get scammed all the time. We just don't realize it.

Y'know... I listen, I smile and I agree, but in the end, I do whatever I want to do. So I kept the little crumpled paper and I will show you the magical bead to you guys!

-L

This is it!

this happened to me today, in central, hong kong. a supposed yogi with a little leather zipper bag. he told me i had a good aura and i should meditate, and some true enough but vague comments about my personality. he gave me the little yellow ball of paper then asked me to think of a colour and a number between 1-100. i said purple and 88 and sure enough there on the paper was purple and 88. i figured he was gonna ask me for money (for his travels apparently) but it was a cool trick so i gave him HK$20... of course he was dissapointed but hey, it's just like a tip or sth. it was worth HK$20 (about US2.50) haha.