When fortune cookies attack

Good luck? Bad luck? A worthless slip of paper?

If this story hadn’t actually happened to me, I’m not sure I would believe it myself. But the sequence of events was so horrible, it remains indelibly burned in my memory. And it all started with a fortune cookie.

It was a Friday the 13th in the late 1980s. I was having lunch in a now-defunct suburban Chinese restaurant. After paying my bill, I unwrapped the fortune cookie that came with my tab and cracked open the fragile folded cookie.

And then the nightmare officially began.

Categories: Dining, Food & Drink