Unopened Fortune Cookies

A great Astoria friend of mine, who is assuredly the greatest repurposer of abandoned items and people in the entire Pacific Northwest, recently presented me with a fortune cookie courtesy of Panda Express, and courtesy of some Astoria High school student who discarded a bag containing three unopened fortune cookies in a garbage can on campus. My friend had dug the cookies out and rescued them from a fortune-telling-less future.

My friend told me it wasn’t the first time she’d come across unopened fortune cookies in the campus trash.

Think for a moment: what does is say about American teenagers who drive across a bay with bald eagles and blue herons hunting in the mudflats to get Chinese-themed fast food for lunch, eat the meal, yet do not bother to open the fortune cookies that accompany the order? They throw them away! I want someone to explain this to me, this utter lack of curiosity. Has anyone reading this ever not opened a fortune cookie when it was in hand? Is it possible these teenagers don’t know what a fortune cookie is?

If I was teaching, I would have made this scenario the supreme American cultural study of the week. I probably would have structured a literary review around the inquiry.

Help me out, please. The best response wins an envelope of surrealism. I’m not kidding. Wait until you open it and dump the contents onto a table.

My fortune from the rescued cookie was: “Kindness makes for happiness.” I’ll try to make it come true this weekend.

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