I was walking down First Avenue when I passed a woman sitting in a kitchen chair, in front of a sign offering psychic services, and another, younger woman with a suitcase.

Which way is Avenue A? the psychic asked.

I pointed.

That’s St. Marks so…

I pointed again. The young woman wheeled her suitcase away.

Hey, you should get a reading.

How can I trust someone who doesn’t even know where Avenue A is to divine my future?

I knew it was around here somewhere.