Money, shame, and pork fried rice
Last Friday, Carla and I went out for Chinese food. After the meal, I opened a fortune cookie to reveal the following non-commital, vaguely disappointed-sounding “fortune”:
“You should be able to make money and hold on to it.” It’s like something your Mom tells you when you ask to borrow 5 bucks until payday…I half expected Carla to open hers and read “You should settle down and have a few kids already” or “Why haven’t you cleaned your room yet?”
The smiley faces on either end shame me into recalling all my unrealized ambitions.
Then again, maybe it’s not supposed to call to mind images of promise squandered and parental disappointment. Maybe I’m reading too much into it. It could be the fortune cookie equivalent of a magic 8-ball’s “Reply hazy, try again” setting - a cop-out from the Oracle of Asian Cusine.
“Well, you should be able to make money, but the Ching Hua Dessert Divination Corporation makes no warranty therein…”
If the fortune cookie isn’t sure of anything, how can we be?
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