The cash register drawer has been sticking the last few days.
I got out a screwdriver and disassembled it. There was the usual cruft behind it…dustbunnies, hair, a rubber band. And this.
A fortune cookie slip. No idea how long it’s been here, or where it came from. The company name is ‘Czabola.” Looking very closely, the text underneath it says “FORTUNE COOKIES,” as far as I can tell.
I did a Google search: There is no such company as Czabola Fortune Cookies. Or at least, there is no record of it on the Internet, which means that for all intents and purposes, it does not and has never existed.
I wonder who got this fortune? Were they at the end of a long trip? Maybe one of the caravans dropped off a Chinese meal, years ago.
The numbers are strange, too. Lottery numbers usually don’t go higher than 30 or 40 – so what’s that 87 doing there? I suspect there’s some deeper meaning.
The last time I had Chinese food was in a little hole-in-the-wall in Paris near the 16th Arrondissement. I can make my own pseudo-Chinese food here at the Tavern, but it’s just not the same.
I hope I am not at the end of a long trip. I’d like to see Paris again.