The Return of Fortune Cookie, Part 1

So you remember the blog I posted about fortune cookies.... of course you do. You're smart, studious, and most importantly, you read and remember my blogs. Huh.

This actually happened a over a month ago, I just didn't have the nerve to blog it....

So I get this fortune cookie.... I'm at Little Hong Kong, which is a Chinese restaurant located, ironically enough, in Little Osaka, and finally at the end of the meal, the fortune cookies show up as is custom. Just so you know, Little Hong Kong has the most kick ass fried noodles and pepper beef you've ever had. Actually they have the most kick ass versions of a couple dishes you've probably ever had. If you don't live in LA, don't worry about it's location so much. I promise not to bring up that little factoid at the end of this blog.

And so, I pop my fortune cookie open, thinking I'll get some advice, or maybe just a random observation from some chimp in a locked room banging on a typewriter, consisting of a vague compliment, like my shoes and shirt match in a handsome fashion or some such.... but...

No.

Not today.

Today Fortune Cookie has decided to drop it's bomb....

"You will have a close encounter of a serious kind."

Whoa. That is not a friendly fortune. No "you will inherit a large sum of cash" or "everyone will soon bow at you feet" in this cookie. It didn't even tell me to sit down first. Interestingly enough though, it still works with the old "...in bed" joke.

Okay, well, I mean, come on. Close encounters obviously come in as many kinds as the mind can conjure. It's not terribly original. It's not inventive. It's not even something else I can't think of right now, to steer you away from the obvious in a half hearted attempt to wow you with my next sentence. No.

It is most certainly one thing: a fortune.

Yikes. This strip of waxy paper has definitely been manufactured with a fortune on it, stuffed into a cookie and sold to me in a Chinese restaurant ran by the Japanese. And an ominous fortune it is. I have to admit, I was a bit concerned when I left the restaurant... what sort of fate was to befall me? I certainly, from that moment forward, had a sense of ominous doom lurking behind me, like some dark shadow... waiting...

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Stay tuned for The Return of Fortune Cookie, Part 2... when I get around to writing that up... and it has nothing at all to do with Little Osaka (sorry for breaking my promise), but I'm not completely through it yet, so I don't want to prematurely set it in stone....

...lest I awaken the beast that has only just slipped into slumbering...