My sister and I had some Chinese food late last week. After eating, she informed me of a rule one of her former coworkers had: you should not pick your own fortune cookie–instead, you must let someone else pick it for you.
The next night I ate leftover Chinese food. After eating, I thought of Marin’s story–and then figured “ef it, I determine my own fortune!”
The fortune cookie I selected was empty.
Shorter but strangely related true story:
Daniel got one last weekend that said, “Buy the red car.” I commented (prior to reading this tonight) that he must have gotten your fortune cookie! :)