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.
2 Comments
Eva said 1484 days ago:
Ah hah! You have returned to the blogging universe! Where are you getting these fortunes? they are awfully strange.
S.R. Wild said 1484 days ago:
Yes yes, I’m back. Fortunes are from the Chinese restaurant down the street from me.
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