I was walking back to Grand Central Station last Thursday after an event with Korean students at the United Nations, when I spied a pretty young lady seated at a small table at the south-western corner of West 44th and Second Avenue. She had a stack of brochures from which she was handing out copies to passersby. On the table sat a colourful sign which read “Psychic Readings.” When the pedestrian crossing light turned green, I walked across Second Avenue towards her. When I reached her, she glanced at me and handed me a brochure. “Did you know I was…