After visiting the bank for the millionth time in the last two weeks (No that isn't an exaggeration or hyperbole. It actually was a million times.) I went to get some dinner.
The place I went to is this cute place where you pick out your veggies and sauce, then they grill it on this hot stone thing. I'm undecided on whether I love this place or hate it.
I love it because it is great food and a quirky atmosphere. Usually it's pretty mellow in there and it's a relaxing place to me. They also give you these weird rice wrap things that look like napkins and they make me laugh.
I hate it because I'm doing part of their job for them by picking out my veggies and sauce for myself. Oh yeah, and they make you guess the price price of your food based on weight. If you guess right, you get your meal for free. I don't like this. I feel like I am being put on the spot and get really uncomfortable. Like they are going to stun gun me if I guess wrong.
Anyways, after the meal they give you hot towels and a fortune cookie. I've always been skeptical when it comes to fortune tellers, tarot readers and palm people. But for some reason, I love fortune cookies. There's something about them. Maybe it's because they are just fun. A moment of fun wrapped in a cookie.
A lot has been going on in my life. A lot of freakin' change, including a very big pending purchase and a drastic upheaval of all things Tyson. I'm not complaining. This is how life rolls. One day everything is one way and the next, just like magic, it's different.
Back to the fortune cookie. Today, my fortune cookie made me laugh at the irony of the whole thing. Here it is:
I tell you, I can't even write crap this brilliant.