Friday, February 15, 2008

(Mis) Fortune

I went out with my hunny-bunny (haha!) for lunch today for some buffet style Chinese food. Mmm mmm good. Anyway, it seems recently that the restaurant has changed vendors for their fortune cookie, and the fortunes leave a lot to be desired. Instead of giving a fortune, they say something nice about you (ie. "you are a beautiful person" "you love art" etc.).

What ever happened to the fortunes that made you not want to go to sleep at night, warned you of bad news, or even predicted love for your future? Nevermore. Apparently we Americans couldn't handle anymore bleakness with our MSG. At least they still put my lucky lotto numbers on the back...

Well, I was interested to know a little more about these scrumptious cookies, and after a quick trip to my local Wikipedia, I found that fortune cookies actually have nothing to do with China. Apparently they got started in San Francisco in the early 1900's as a mimic to a Japanese dessert. The Chinese don't actually have a word for the little cookie.

Well, my lucky numbers for the day are... 5... 8... 6...
After typing the numbers into Google, I found that those numbers are actually the area code to Flint, Michigan. And apparently it is also the name of an indie band in London. Now if I just knew what that was supposed to mean.

Seriously though, fortune cookie fortune writers are just getting dang lazy. Getting a fortune that states the obvious is about as awesome as getting a fortune like this:


Hmm. I totally wouldn't have known that about myself unless I had opened my fortune cookie. (Note: this is a real fortune found inside a cookie, posted by the Weird Fortune Cookie Gallery.)

Note to Self: Yes. If your fortune cookie is broken before you even open the plastic, you are doomed to have bad luck. Just make sure you smash up everyone else's at the table too before they can open them. That way you won't be the only one having a bad day...

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

If they wanted to be more realistic, the fortunes ought to read "Actually, that wasn't chicken." from time to time.