A couple of weeks ago, I was sitting alone at a cafe in West Hollywood waiting on a friend, when a man in a blue turban approached me. I could tell by the style of turban that he was a Sikh. He looked me in the eye with a great intensity. He then told me that I was very lucky to have the small scar I have in the center of my forehead (the result of running into a large nail sticking out of a wall when I was 8), and that it was an auspicious sign. Without missing a beat, he then correctly identified my favorite color of blue. As I was pondering my place in the universe, he cleared his throat and asked me for money.