Cookies need their sleep too! (Apparently)

After eating an always-too-much portion of Chinese take-out, I always feel like crap. There I am, sitting in my chair, full of MSG and on the verge of food coma. Aside from the monster shits I will suffer from later, the only bright prospect in my near future is that golden cookie sitting on the table.

For some reason, the semi-sweet, crunchy taste of the cookie is always exactly what I need after such a binge. Not only do the taste and texture hit the spot, but there’s an added bonus: a fortune. Too bad for me, I have bad luck with fortune cookies. A couple of months ago, I cracked open a fortune cookie to find… no fortune. Nothing at all. What a cocktease that cookie was.

I thought it couldn’t get any worse than no fortune. Boy, was I wrong. Check out what awaited me today:

Come back later… I am sleeping. (yes, cookies need their sleep, too)

…Great.

I don’t even know what to make of that. That’s nowhere even close to a fortune. In fact, it’s a command–it’s telling me to come back later. But come back to what? I already ate the damn cookie.

Stupid fortune cookie. I bet the “lucky numbers” are unlucky as hell.

Tagged: Fortune Cookies