I hailed a taxi last night on the corner of Powell and Market. The driver, a real nice guy named Arnold started the ride by asking my name, I replied "I am Rubin, like the sandwich". Rather than asking me where I wanted to go, he started guessing different intersections. On his 3rd guess he actually guessed right. I figured this guy must be a psychic or something, so I asked him to read my palm, a pretty non-typical taxi function. At each stoplight, he would examine my palm, and told me different predictions for each line. He said I would be coming into some money in the next week (payday is right around the corner), that I would be encountering adversity this weekend (zombie mob vs critical mass?) and that I would eat a burrito this weekend. Now I'm not so sure on the last one, but he was spot on with the first two, not even knowing anything about me. Weird...