We took the kids to a Chinese restaurant the other night, and here’s what my fortune cookie had to say:
“You could prosper in the field of medical research.”
OK, I don’t think any way you slice it — pun intended — that this is a good fortune. How could I prosper? As a guinea pig in an experimental drug trial? As a cadaver? I suppose if I were a glass-is-half-full type, I’d be thinking I could prosper as a medical researcher, but I just don’t see that.
All this begs the question: Why would someone write THIS as a fortune? Was the fortune cookie writer having a particularly bad day? Was it a joke? Why didn’t I get the more typical you-will-enjoy-good-health-and-wealth type fortune? I mean, really, would any of us open up fortune cookies if we thought they were going to talk about MEDICAL RESEARCH?
I turned my fortune over fully expecting to see my “lucky numbers” to be Hurley’s numbers: 4, 8, 15, 16, 23, 42. Those numbers mean nothing to you if you are not a “Lost” addict, as I am. But if you, like me, are hooked on the wacky twists and turns of the ever-confusing and mystical “Lost” series, which had its typically stumpifying season finale last night, then you know that those numbers are bad numbers that lead to bad vibes, bad events, and, might I add, in a not so round about way, to medical research.