Apart from my frustration with U.S. Chinese food and the fact that I can't find a good Mandarin Chinese Dish anywhere: I still love fortune cookies. I don't even eat them, I just crack the cookie open and throw it away. Screw the lucky numbers too, they don't even mean anything. But the fortune inside is the prize. It's like a 50/50 shot that the assortment and sequence of seemingly English words inside actually make sense at all, metaphorically or literally. Which is funny in and of itself, but of the 50% that actually do make linguistic sense there are 10% that are amazingly meaningful because they are insightful, funny and make sense both metaphorically and literally.
Consider the last fortune I opened and proceeded to affix to the dashboard of my car:
Constant grinding can turn an iron rod into a needle.
Fortunes don't get much better than that.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment