We have a local Chinese place that is very good. It's in a small town where, as far as I know, cats aren't disappearing. You know how sometimes you go to a Chinese place and everything tastes the same? Well, it doesn't at this restaurant. This hole in the wall is really, really yummy! But the fortunes in the cookies, frankly, stink.
This is W&F Fortune Cookie company outta Chicago. They must have some very disgruntled employees. Here are THREE fortunes that found their way into our hands.
1) 19,30,59, 22, 21...oops, wrong side. I am SOOOO winning the Mega Millions.
"Money is the root of all evil and man needs roots."
THIS is supposed to be a fortune? That is an anti-fortune! "I would like to pay the bill, but your cookie told me not to. It might be evil."
"A good time to finish up old tasks."
An admonition to get back to the daily grind? Just what I want while picking beef and peapods out of my teeth.
"Be moderate where pleasure is concerned, avoid fatigue."
Hum drum, much? What if I already live a Spartan life devoid of much pleasure?
At least I had two Mountain Dews with the meal, so I can at least fulfill the last part of my mandated cookie fortune. The Dews brought me pleasure, though, so uh-oh.
And the cookies were stale, too.