I got a fortune cookie at supper Friday night (it was my favorite Chinese restaurant). Now, of late fortune cookies are no such thing - they're aphorism cookies at best and vague descriptives usually...
Which reminds me - the small child at the table next to mine got this 'fortune': There is a strong executive streak in your makeup. "What's that mean?" she asked her father, who had read it to her. "You're bossy," he replied. "You'll be a CEO someday," interpolated her mother. Perhaps they're both right.
But back to my cookie. It was an actual fortune. I just don't know what it means.
You will be showered with good luch.
Better than bad, I suppose.
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