Fear of the cookie

Got a fortune cookie with my lunch and as everyone else ate i sat and looked at it. Damn. The last thing i need right now is a BAD fortune. "They're never bad right"? i asked myself. i held it and tried as hard as i could to remember if i had ever seen a fortune cookie about lost limbs, air travel, or spiders. But i hadn't! i didn't think i had anyway. So, i deduced, quickly, that if it wasn't a bad fortune it had to be good...right? my hands started to open the package and then i remembered, that sometimes, just sometimes, they throw you a life lesson or a vague proverb about broccoli and animals. If this has happened to you, your face slumps, you were sure it was going to read something about money and the lottery. You're forced to confront the age old question, "is this truly sage advice or the mad scribblings of a man who has spent his whole life coming up with small lettered fortunes"? You read it over and over again, "broccoli twice boiled..." it starts, you know you're screwed. I stopped my hands in the nick of time and placed it back on the counter. "But just because i didn't read it doesn't mean it still isn't true, its still my fortune" i thought. "And wouldn't it be better to know? It could say something about buses, bad curry or those damn spiders!" i shouted, in my mind, so no one would think i was crazy. i decided to open it. I held it and put some pressure on the bag, enough to pop it, but not enough to break the cookie. i slide it out, i snap it in two. As i pull apart the cookie, i read "45... 5... 66" Dang! i forgot about that stupid numbers side. OK, OK, Stay focused, i pulled the paper free and held my hand over it. i pulled my hand away slowly "Be... Prepared... to..." Shit! great, now look, "be prepared to get bit by spiders" i just know it! "Be... Prepared... To... Have... Extra... Energy", wait? really? oh. alright then. i guess that's over with. i ate it and it was a great cookie made with skill and i knew just then that it had to be sage advice meant just for me. Written by a man with a long beard sitting in a temple. The thing is though, right now, I'm beat and i am a little frustrated that i wasn't given more information about when i will be getting this energy. Five years from now is great, you know? But i have lots more packing to do, now. one more day.