Very disappointed in the Ancient Order of Chinese Frycooks and Busboys’ new house of worship in North Park, Wang’s. While the food and drinks were outstanding, the divine inspiration was seriously lacking, more similar to platitudes than prognostication.
My fortune was foretold as being:
Today is a good day for being with a companion [in bed]
Well, duh. Aren’t most days?
Others received at our table were even more boring (boringer?):
Your life will be peaceful and fulfilling [in bed]
Whether you choose love or fame, you’ll be able to handle either or both [in bed]
Maybe the fortunes are correct, and our lives are just destined to be mediocre and boring, but that’s certainly not the kind of divine guidance I tip well for.