I take serious issue with psychics that are not psychics. I’m looking at you Miss Cleo.
Likewise, I have a major issue with eating Chinese food. I don’t know if it’s a language disparity from long ago or just sheer laziness, but I’m sorry… advice is not a fortune.
Normally it’s something like, “A true friend is one that has blue eyes,” or “When there is a fork in the road, use a spoon,” and I’m left wondering… WTF does that mean? Like truly, what are the gods of General Tso and Moo Goo Gai Pan saying to me?
Then I got this little piece of nothing today. WHAT DOES IT MEAN? Seriously. What? Am I missing the memo that waitstaff are serious people? Is this a new development since the last time I went out to dinner?
Or, does it mean waiter? Like someone who waits for things? That may be a bit more existential which is really much more depth than the average fortune cookie.
Good thing nectarines are so darn delicious or else I would have let this catastrophe of fate wreck my whole evening.
It’s like healthy candy!
Second week of half-marathon training tomorrow!