But for this fortune, you would have malaigned the next person who called your cell phone and after you identified yourself said without reporach "I must have dialed the wrong number." "You idiot!" you may well have said, "these are the last of my any time minutes, and whether I hang up now or in 48 seconds makes no difference! Are you so inattentive to details that you cannot enter the correct number on a 12-button keypad? Are you such the neophyte to telephonic technology that you are confused by the layout of the digits? Do you have so little concern for others that you would have them throw away their cell-time by dressing down cretins." This fortune is not prescient, so your exact words may vary. You will not say any of this, though, for you will remember that you too impede others' progress and tax their resources and burden their mind with the effluvia of your own which spills out of the transmission tower located between your chin and nose and blocks the bandwidth of their attention spans, and anyway the signal is mostly spam, and you might think it harsh, but, while this fortune is not prescient, it thinks it knows you well enough by now.