Where Have All the Fortune Cookies Gone?
You know what really burns me up? Clowns. But for once, this tirade isn't about the low rung of the entertainment ladder (one step below disc jockey). No, this is about faith. Blind faith. I order Chinese food for two reasons. One, because I could live off of it forever and two, because I need the guidance provided by fortune cookies. I have attached three examples of what's wrong with fortune cookies.
Your run of the mill fortune. Once again, it's not a fortune:
Here's some philosophy worthy of a Bazooka Joe comic. Sorry for the fuzziness, but I was so furious that I couldn't keep the camera steady:
My son grabbed a cookie and opened it up. I hear him say, "Huh", and he hands this disappointing fortune. This is more insulting than if the thing was blank!