Tarot

I was in a coffee shop the other day, working on the aforementioned game , and two ladies sat down at the table next to me and began to do a Tarot reading.  

The one asking questions appeared to just be mildly ditzy and indecisive, and the reader was giving her a bunch of spiritual hokum that eventually turned into reasonable advice (The tarot says nothing will happen unless you actually APPLY for the job. The tarot says that if he's causing you that much distress, you should dump him, etc.).  While I don't have much respect for this kind of charlatanism, I wasn't about to call her out for being a fraud while she was being reasonable. I must have been staring because as soon as Ditzy left, The reader looked over at me an asked if I had a question for the Tarot.

Ballsy. But I had been focused on a specific question for about an hour that morning, so I decided to let her have it. I sat down and she told me to focus on my question, the more specific the better.
Me: "It's pretty specific."
Tarot lady: "Okay then, Pick a card and turn it over."
I Pulled out out of the middle.
It was DEATH.
Me: "Okay then."
Tarot Lady: "Uh, what was your question?"
Me: "Where are my socks?"
Tarot Lady: "What?"
Me: "My socks. I have a pair of rainbow socks that are very special to me, and I can't find them anywhere. I wanted to know where they are."
She stared blankly at me for a while, then managed to recover her composure.
Tarot Lady: "Well, DEATH is all about change, so your socks have probably undergone a major change.  They might be something else now, instead of socks."
Me: "Like what?"
Tarot Lady: "I don't know. Pot-holders?"
Me: "Well crap. I needed them for a job interview.  At least I can stop looking now..."
Tarot lady: "I- I'm sorry for your loss..." she muttered.

I still haven't found them.