We were just finishing dinner and you gave me my choice of fortune cookies. The restaurant had been generous and there were 7 to divide between the two of us.
“The extra one goes to the person who has the worst one,” you say.
The first one that I open talks about making family a priority this week. “In bed? That’s a bit awkward,” I say. Second one was about finding a lost item. “Again? In bed? Unless it is a sock in the sheets.”
The third one mentioned a kindred spirit and at least that one worked. You had two good ones and then a duplicate. “I think you get the extra because most of yours don’t work,” you say as you hand me the last one.
I open it to find “You will have a month of great prosperity. Oh…that works perfectly for me. Lots of O’s for me,” I laugh.
You roll your eyes. “There are always lots of O’s for you.”
“Exactly. That’s just the way I like it. Besides, it isn’t like you don’t enjoy ‘serving’ me.”
Shrugging, you say, “I mean, it’s not the WORST thing in the world.”
“Well, if you don’t want to participate, I’ll work towards my 1000 this month alone and you can just listen.”
“No, no, no. There’s no reason for that. I serve at your pleasure.”
“Mmmmhmmm…. I thought so. Let’s get started then.”