Never in a billion years did I dream that I’d be one of those people.
It’s 9:30 at night and I’m standing outside of the Chinese place talking on my cell phone waiting for the conversation to end so that I can go in and get take-out. I’m still dressed from work. In black.
If I were in New York hailing a taxi, then my life would absolutely be the antithesis of everything I dreamed it would be.
Do you know what my fortune said?
“If you want to know a man’s mind, ask him questions.”
Do you think the Fortune Cookie writers know that we’re all supposed to add “in bed” to the end of every fortune? Because, with this little tid bit, I figure that they must!
Note to self: If in need of a new career, pursue fortune-cookie writing as a viable option.
There may be a future here for me. Confucius say, “Very good, Grasshoppah.”
