Prophetic Cookie

My son and I had dinner tonight at, as my dad would say, that Chinese joint. We go there about two or three times a year. For the past year or so my son has been monitoring the graffiti on the mens room wall because there is a quip there that he (okay we all do) finds quite amusing. We marvel that it has been allowed to linger for so long. It says "Ping (not his real name) jerks off in your food. I know, I work here." "Ping" is the restaurant owners name, as well as the name of the restaurant. As you are being seated there is a refrigerated, windowed case that proudly announces and displays "Pings Special Sauce" for sale. Every time we pass it we giggle like 13 year olds. Actually, my son is entitled to giggle like a 13 year old because he is. I on the other hand am middle-aged. My fortune cookie tonight said "Use your eloquence where it will do the most good." I took that as a sign that blogging needed to be done.