Runner’s High: a visit to the fortune-teller
His mother had taken his name to a fortune-teller. Intrigued by what she reported back, he wanted a consultation of his own.
Before the story
A comedian from Runner’s High (ランナーズ・ハイ) tells this story about his mother and a fortune-teller who gave readings based on people’s names.
Going with Mom
My mom was really into fortune-telling. She loved going to all kinds of fortune-tellers.
If they said something good, she believed it. Anything bad, she didn’t believe a word.
So she took my full name to someone who did name readings. And this person said:
“There’s a shadow over this person’s right hand and right eye.”
That gave me a jolt.
Whoa. That’s right.
I’d been having trouble getting a contact lens into my right eye, just that eye, and my right hand had been going numb.
So now I really wanted to go. I told Mom, “Take me sometime. I want to talk to this person myself. But is a reading expensive?”
“Oh, don’t worry. You give whatever religious offering you feel like giving.”
An offering?
Not a fee—an offering?
Well, I went anyway.
It was a religious meeting place up on a hill in Hachioji, with a big tatami-mat room. There were a hundred, maybe two hundred people waiting for readings—not worshippers. Everyone was kneeling, sitting back on their heels, spreading their arms out or bowing their heads. I waited two hours before my turn came.
The fortune-teller was a frail old woman, her face all wrinkled.
I wrote down my comedy partners’ names too. “We’re comedians. What does our future look like?” She looked over everything, and finally she said:
“This would be a good marriage match.”
We’re not getting married… There are three of us…
I was so annoyed. I went to complain to the person at reception, who was wearing long white clothes. “That can’t be right! I asked about work. Where did marriage come from?” I really went on about it.
And the person at reception said, “Oh—she wasn’t wearing her hearing aid today.”
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