Hymie went to see a fortune teller. After he had sat down in the darkened room, the fortune teller said, ”I will read your palm for fifty dollars, and that entitles you to ask three questions.”
”Questions about what?” asked Hymie.
”About anything,” replied the psychic.
”But is not fifty dollars an awful lot to charge for that?” complained Hymie.
”Maybe,” said the palmist, ”and what is your last question?”