Last spring E and I attended a big party where the hosts had hired a tarot card reader for the guests.
Like many of the guests I had my fortune told. The woman who was doing the readings seemed competent, but for the life of me I can't remember what my fortune was. I recall that it was pleasant and non-specific in that horoscop-y kind of way.
Last weekend I was window shopping at a local ooo-woo bookstore, and I noticed they had a whole bunch of tarot cards for sale. Having for a moment more curiosity than sense, I briefly considered a purchase. And then I recalled that, as an Aries, we generally don't go for this sort of thing.