Luck Be a Lady?

I don't exactly know how much credit I can grant fortune sometimes. Part of me likes the idea of it, but part of me is hesitant to give much weight to something that can also come in cookie form.


Senior year of college I went to fortune teller with my friend Kath on a whim. Palm readings for $5 on the side of the road on Rt. 9. Well, we were missing class anyway, and graduation was swiftly approaching, so why not?


This young woman brought us onto her sunporch and we each took turns having our palms read. We opted for the personality reading, where she'd tell you more about yourself rather than what was going to happen somewhere down along the road. She told Kath things that seemed to resonate strongly with her, and for the most part seemed really accurate. I was really curious about what she would have to tell me.


When it was my turn, we sat down together behind a screen and she asked me when my birthday was and which hand I wrote with. I opened my right hand for her, and she grabbed it and began tracing it with her finger like they do in the movies. She looked at me and asked (pretty ominously), "do you want to hear only good things, or the bad things too?" 


Damn my curiosity.


Well, to be perfectly honest, I was kind of astounded at what she picked up on. In about five minutes, she was able to tell more about me than some of my good friends would be able. No, I won't write what she told me, why spoil the end of the story for anyone? What I will say though, is that after that I was pretty impressed and could finally see why other people put so much consideration into things like this.


That is, until today.


It's amazing how quickly you can abandon an idea. We all love those fortune cookies we get at Chinese restaurants, and generally always try to apply it to our lives in some way, whether it be the message, the lucky numbers on the back or in some cases the "learn Chinese" phrases that are never useful. 


Well, today my co-worker Lindsay and I stumbled across a pair of fortune cookies in our office breakroom. Being the Nosy-Nancies we are, we took them and greedily opened them to see what fate awaited us. Lindsay went first, and as I heard the cookie crack open, I heard her squeal, "Molly! Look! What does this mean?"


When she opened the cookie, she didn't just get a small paper fortune, OH NO. She got six.
SIX FORTUNES.

Oh, so this is what luck looks like?

5 of them said "Life to you is a dashing and bold adventure", while the remaining one said, "God will give you everything that you want." Not too bad. I was really excited to see what I got.

Well, I only got one fortune. What a fortune it was.

Really?

Touché destiny. Well played.