My good fortune's run out

Last night I locked my keys in my car- on purpose. When I go into work I usually empty my pockets of everything I don't need- cell phone, chapstick, gum, etc. Everything that I can't take into the cells I have to lock up at the check in desk at the front of the jail, so I usually just leave as much in my car as I can. Last night I emptied my pockets the same as usual- cell phone, chapstick, spare change, but then I took out my keys too. I conciously thought to myself- "I don't need these, guess I'll leave 'em in the car"- I locked the door and shut it. I didn't think anything else of it until after work when I took my wallet out of my locker and started walking outside. Suddenly I realized "I don't have my keys!" and I remembered what I had done. Well, since I had locked my phone in my car too, I was unable to call Danny to come rescue me, as I have done in the past- and there were no Chinese restaurants around so I couldn't get any good door opening fortunes like I had done before. (If you are unfamiliar with my Chinese door opening fortune cookie experience, read my post entitled "Why I believe in fortune cookies"). Anyway, I called a locksmith and forked over $45 to get it opened. I guess my good fortune has run out.

Why I Believe in Fortune Cookies

If you have read my previous blog entitled "My Fondest Dreams" you will know that I tend to put more faith in fortune cookies than I probably should. This all started about three years ago. One rainy fall afternoon I locked my keys in my car over on the west side of town (Rose Park). I found a cop and asked him for some help, but he said that he couldn't help because of liability issues. So I found a phone book and called a locksmith. He said that it would cost about $80 for him to open my door. Then I called my mom because she is a genius and can solve any problem in the world. She had a fantastic idea: she would call the dealership in Preston where my car came from and get the code for the key. I didn't even know that keys had codes. Well, it worked. She got the code- I called a locksmith and gave it to him- then I called my friend Danny, who always rescues me when I'm in trouble, and he agreed to pick up the key and bring it to me. In the meantime, I walked to a nearby Chinese restaraunt to get out of the rain and wait for Danny. I ordered some chicken or something and had a nice meal. Then came the moment that Chinese restaraunts were invented for- the opening of the fortune cookie. I carefully cracked it open (actually I probably just bit half of it off and started chewing), I unfolded the paper, and I read these words: Doors that have previously been closed to you will soon be opened. Within a few minutes Danny arrived with my key- and my car door was no longer closed to me.

My Fondest Dreams

So its New Year's Eve and I am at the Holliday Inn in Ellensburg, Washington listening to the UB40 version of "I Got You Babe", wishing I had a "Babe", and writing a Blog. Pretty exciting, huh? Well, its more exciting than you think, because I've discovered that I have a really strange, superstitious side to me. I generally tend to not be superstitious at all, but for some reason fortune cookies really get to me. I actually believe them sometimes and that kind of scares me now that I think about it. Anyway, on September 28 I went to a friends wedding and got a fortune cookie. My fortune said "Your fondest dream will come true by the end of the year". I've spent the last few months trying to figure out what my fondest dream was so I would know what to look forward to. Well, there are now less than three hours left in the year and I still don't know whats going to happen. Its been very stressful. My dad had to go to Washington this weekend I was trying to decide whether or not I should go with him. I had three choices for the end of the year: I could stay in Idaho, go back to Salt Lake, or go to Washington with my dad. I had a hell of a time trying to figure out which place would be the most suitable for the realization of my fondest dream. I thought it would probably be best to go back to SLC, but then I thought that if its really supposed to happen it will happen regardless of where I am so now I'm in Washington. My mom called last night and made everything even weirder. She wanted to know if a Japanese guy had called me. Apparently someone had called my home in Idaho and wanted to talk to me. My mom said he sounded like he had a Japanese accent and he talked really quietly, but she didn't get any more information than that- she gave him my cell number and thought he would call me. This morning I woke up with all kinds of ideas of who this mystery caller was and how he could possibly be related to my fondest dream (don't interpret this wrong- my fondest dreams aren't necessarily romantic). I've spent the day in suspense and anticipation. Well, times running short and I'm starting to lose faith- I wonder if fortune cookies depend on faith. Maybe I'll learn not to trust fortune cookies so much. If anyone knows who the mystery caller is let me know.