Ponder the inequities of existence, condensed into my Chinese-food dinner last night:

My fortune cookie had not one, but three fortunes tucked inside it. Meanwhile, the empty fortune cookie remains bereft of any paper-slip of wisdom (plus lucky numbers on the back!).

Then again, my triplicate-bearing treat was quickly gobbled up by yours truly. The EFC, though split in half, lives on. Plus, the restaurant where I was dining was almost completely empty. So lots of see-sawing on the apportionment scale for a Friday night.