More Fortunes
Before you say anything, no, I didn’t order Chinese takeout again tonight — although it’s tempting when there’s a Chinese joint down the street and, since I live alone, it seems silly to cook a big meal for just myself, but that’s another story. I found these fortunes, that are as odd as the previous fortunes, under some books while I was looking for something. I guess I don’t throw them away or the damn things are breeding.
Odd Fortunes
Ordering Chinese takeout and watching a movie is one of favorite pastimes and will cure anything — except death and most farm machinery accidents. After I ate, I opened my fortune cookie and read the fortune:
I ordered the shrimp this time. What? Is it going to be better next time? That’s a suggestion not a fortune.
A few months ago, on a another fortune cookie opening, I found a bewildering fortune:
Speaking of dogs and bones, I visited my friends and their dogs last weekend. I awoke early in the morning because I had a disturbing dream: I was at the reception desk of a local hotel trying to claim the body of a Mexican man before they made him into bone soup and served him in the lobby. I couldn’t get back to sleep and I was really hungry. I read an interview with Tom Waits in my friends’ basement while I waited for them to wake up. When they woke up we went to the diner for breakfast. I had raisin bread French toast with the real maple syrup that’s kept under the counter for special guests, sausage links, and coffee — a heavenly combo.