Fortune

            Leroy planted a packet of seeds in a neat row. Five months of careful watering later, he harvested a crop of fortune cookies from the yellowed vines. Inside each cookie was a slip of paper with a phone number. At first he was filled with awe, but soon it seemed perfectly natural that phone numbers might grow from a row of seeds. In September, when the last fortune cookie had been picked, he began to call the numbers. But to his horror, each voice that answered said the exact same thing: “Fortune cookies? You’re crazy, and fortunately, I’m not.” Click.