I love Chinese food. It's terrible. Not the food. The food
is great, but my love for the greasy grub with a sprinkle of MSG is terrible. At one point, I was making my junkie
run to the Great Wall Restaurant for lunch... Every. Dang. Day.
Now I won't comment on the huge portions compared to the
less-than-$5 price tag. I'm scared to know the secret of the mystery meat. What animal dies for me to
get a bucket load for less than a McDonald's meal? Chickens and cows just don't come to mind.
But I make that run several times a month and I need a place
to talk about my fortune cookies. I stick them on my computer. I tape them to my notebooks. And now, I can blog about them. With that, and a cheesy drum roll, I bring you my very first blog
feature: Fortune Cookie.
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So yesterday I had some White Meat Chicken (yeah, right)
with Garlic Sauce. I topped off my lunch combo with an egg roll.
What mother-lovin' American wouldn't?
I cracked open my fortune cookie, and received a message
about why some folks secretly (but not so inconspicuously) despised me:
Your ability to find the silly in the
serious will take you
far!
No kidding. I am a natural when it comes to finding a comedic gem in the middle of just about any circumstance.
I'll never forget falling into a city-drilled hole about 17
years ago. No kidding. I was looking cute in my high-heels. Outfit
bangin'. Hair was did ("done" for those with grammar fetishes). And I
was out with a male friend surrounded by a group of our old school male
friends and his other buddies. I was the only chick in the bunch. I was steppin' and posin' like they were the paparazzi. Paris Hilton doesn't have a thing on the 20-year old ME.
I took one step in the dark and got sucked down by a hole
about the diameter of my leg... all the way up to my THIGH. No kidding. I just
disappeared. And that hole just about created a vacuum around my leg. I must have looked like I was humping the ground as I struggled to pull my leg out
of that hole. And the whole time, I'm wonder if I'll be able to pull my leg out without losing my favorite pair of sexy while heels.
I laughed until I cried. My friend laughed with me. Some of
his buddies caught on that it was okay... and they laughed too.
But I'll never forget our school friend since the 7th grade, "J," the one who didn't laugh. He looked
horrified. His eyes were
huge. I wasn't hurt. But he looked wounded.
"But aren't you embarrassed?"
"Why should I be?"
"Why should I be?"
"You were walking and then you just disappeared!"
"I couldn't see myself, but I imagine it was hilarious
from where you were. I found that image funny. I'm not hurt. Life is too short. If I can't laugh at myself, something is wrong."
"I couldn't see myself, but I imagine it was hilarious from where you were. I found that image funny. I'm not hurt. Life is too short. If I can't laugh at myself, something is wrong."
whoa
I didn't expect that ending
but it's not inconceivable
how could he laugh at that
if he was in tremendous pain
Posted by: GC | June 06, 2008 at 04:51 PM
@GC: See your surprise at the ending? It's strange... I felt the same way when I learned about his passing. Like a total surprise from out of nowhere. It sure pays to pay attention to folks. In so many ways, we are our brother's keeper.
Posted by: Hawa | June 09, 2008 at 10:34 AM