Pick a Fortune, Any Fortune

Lunch today with the rents at PF Changs. My disdain for the fortune cookies I've cracked open in the past few years is legendary. We got four today, and I got to open two, and nothing fun. That's all I want, people, is one little moment of fun where I can pretend that "fortune" is in my near future. They need to be renamed as Aphorism Cookies. Cause platitudes are not predictions, people. They just aren't.