Fortune Cookie Story
The cheap neon sign blinked at me as I followed Mrs. Greene into the chinese restaurant. I wrinkled my nose as the sickly sweet smell of too much oyster sauce hit my nose.
"I hate these places" I muttered as I walked after my boss, "they always smell so bad."
"If you had finished your work earlier, we could have gone someplace nicer, but no, you had to procrastinate and now this is what we're stuck with." She replied, a little too loudly.
The people in the restaurant turned around and looked at us walking in. We must have looked so out of place, both in business suits while the rest of the people there were either tradies, or bums with only enough money to buy this shit.
We were seated at a table in the corner of the room, the dirty white walls surrounded us on two sides, I felt a little trapped.
"I'm just going to go clean up in the bathroom, feel free to order" she whispered, not wanting to attract any more attention.
I watched her saunter off, wondering what she possibly had to clean up, she looked impeccable, as usual.
I turned my attention back to the table and looked at the grotty menu placed in front of me. I held up my hand to try and get a waiters attention, when this didn't work I whistled, loudly. A chinese man, he looked to be in his early twenties hurried over. I glanced at him and tried to hide the laugh bubbling up in my chest. Poor guy must have had over 100 pimples all over his face.
"Could we just get two fortune cookies?" I managed to get out before chuckling too myself. The waiter hurried off to the front counter and grabbed two fortune cookies from the glass jar, put them on a plate and hurried back over to my table.
I thought about waiting for Mrs. Greene to come back from the bathroom, but decided not to. I grabbed what I thought was the larger one and cracked it open, the sharp edges cutting into my palm. Shaking my head, I ripped out the paper and it tore into two pieces
The cheap neon sign blinked at me as I followed Mrs. Greene into the chinese restaurant. I wrinkled my nose as the sickly sweet smell of too much oyster sauce hit my nose.
"I hate these places" I muttered as I walked after my boss, "they always smell so bad."
"If you had finished your work earlier, we could have gone someplace nicer, but no, you had to procrastinate and now this is what we're stuck with." She replied, a little too loudly.
The people in the restaurant turned around and looked at us walking in. We must have looked so out of place, both in business suits while the rest of the people there were either tradies, or bums with only enough money to buy this shit.
We were seated at a table in the corner of the room, the dirty white walls surrounded us on two sides, I felt a little trapped.
"I'm just going to go clean up in the bathroom, feel free to order" she whispered, not wanting to attract any more attention.
I watched her saunter off, wondering what she possibly had to clean up, she looked impeccable, as usual.
I turned my attention back to the table and looked at the grotty menu placed in front of me. I held up my hand to try and get a waiters attention, when this didn't work I whistled, loudly. A chinese man, he looked to be in his early twenties hurried over. I glanced at him and tried to hide the laugh bubbling up in my chest. Poor guy must have had over 100 pimples all over his face.
"Could we just get two fortune cookies?" I managed to get out before chuckling too myself. The waiter hurried off to the front counter and grabbed two fortune cookies from the glass jar, put them on a plate and hurried back over to my table.
I thought about waiting for Mrs. Greene to come back from the bathroom, but decided not to. I grabbed what I thought was the larger one and cracked it open, the sharp edges cutting into my palm. Shaking my head, I ripped out the paper and it tore into two pieces
