More drink?

I ate at Dragon Buffet the other day with my sister and a friend of hers. I had already eaten lunch, so I didn't get a buffet. My sister brought me a bowl of grapes.

The waitresses seemed to give me the stank-eye. Maybe it was the crook-eye. But it wasn't the evil-eye, I'm sure of that. It could have been just one of the waitresses. They all looked the same to me. But every Chinese (I suspect a few were Korean) female in a red shirt that I came in eye contact with had a disturbing look for me. I feared for the safety of my grapes.

As time went by I began to forget about the looks I had been receiving. They had not questioned me about my bowl of grapes. They brought the ticket, which correctly said two buffets and three drinks. But on the ticket sat only two fortune cookies! I ate two more grapes.

Luckily for me, my sister's friend didn't want one. I took her fortune cookie. I took it out of its little wrapper and cracked it in two. The paper slipped out easily. The words on it were so profound. They changed my life forever. And I really enjoyed the grapes.

My fortune cookie said: You are the mast of everything situation.