I was playing Black Jack in high school late at night with three friends. One of my friends was dealing cards and I started playfully, and in a matter-of-fact voice, telling him what the next card he was about to deal face-up was going to be. I called it out. He dealt the card and it was correct. My friend looked at me, unsure. My natural ease and confidence added a little to the element of surprise but he shrugged it off as a lucky guess. He continued, and just before he turned the next one over I called out the name of the card. Another perfect hit! This time he took the occurrence more seriously, slightly shaken up by it. He proceeded, “if you get the next one…” not finishing his sentence in his inability to process what had happened, he reached for the next card. I called out the card again with the same mysterious confidence, also totally amused by his response and intrigued with the possibility that it could happen again. He turned the next card toward himself and something in his mind stopped. Suddenly, a look of anger came over his face and he threw the cards at me. After a moment of being in the unknown, he needed to come up with an explanation, coming to the conclusion that I must have been cheating (we were playing for money).