I ordered from Panda Express, and it came with a fortune cookie in a little baggie.
I tore open the baggie, took out the cookie, cracked it open…
…and there was NO FORTUNE INSIDE.
Am I doomed now?
No, this is a good omen!
When one is empty, you get to write your own…
As I see it, yes
There ya go. Perfect fortune.
Aw, man! We just switched over to this new set up like a month ago, and the boards are already malfunctioning.
I mean, it’s been years since we had one of those weird threads without an OP.
I should have read, " Intestinal discomfortment is on the horizion"
Ha. I read this as you cracked it open…
…and it said NO FORTUNE INSIDE.
But I like you getting a naked cookie. I agree, you get to write your own future (literally, if you get a skinny marker and write on a slip of paper).
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I used to print out my own fortunes before we went to a Chinese restaurant. Then I’d grab my sister’s cookie and break it. When she yelled, I’d hand her the pieces and “her” fortune.They always said things like:
EVERYONE AT THE NEXT TABLE IS JUDGING YOU.
::::::: Lucky Numbers: 34, 21, 13, 8, 5, 3, 2, 1, 1 ::::::::::
This exact same thing happened to me. I told my wife that I was either about to die or I had to make my own luck. That was a couple years ago, and I’m not dead yet.
It’s still better than the one I saw a long time ago that said, “This fortune intentionally left blank.”
I still have a fortune slip from a long ago Chinese restaurant we stopped at. On the way to a Dance audition.
I got the call and went there for 2months dancing to the Nutcracker.
I didn’t open the cookie til it was all over. Performances were well received.
The fortune ‘this will not be a happy experience’
They lied. It was fun, hard work. I loved every minute of it.
It was the last big ballet I was in.
Oh …wait…it was sad, come to think of it. My dance career veered off into left field.
Dang, how prophetic.
I got an empty fortune cookie once. It came true.
Happened to my wife once. Our favorite Chinese buffet hands you a fortune cookie on your way out the door. We get to the car–no fortune in hers. Next time we’re there, I ask the manager about it, expecting something inscrutable/ominous. Without missing a beat, he fires back No news is good news? Big laffs.
Remember Alan King? “Help! I’m being held prisoner in a Chinese fortune-cookie factory!”
Twice I’ve gotten a fortune cookie with two fortunes inside. I’m pretty sure they included the ones that should have gone to Two_Many_Cats2 and Siam_Sam, but I couldn’t tell which ones were extra and, after all this time, I couldn’t remember them anyway. If it makes you feel better, they weren’t frightening, or I’d have remembered at least that.