Thefortune Cookie

I finished my Chinese meal all at once and stared at the cookies like some sort of dunce. When I read my fortune I did not understand from the small piece of paper, I held in my hand. It said that my next days wouldn't be "fun", and that my plight was to live like Attila the Hun; I wasn't real comfortable about eating alone but, I paid off the bill and went straight to the phone. I placed my phone call from the diner's phone booth in search for my date for lunch, my friend Ruth. I asked for my tea when I stood to get up but, I was so worried I couldn't finish my cup! I ran out the door and I searched through the lot, but, Ruth and her car, at the diner...were not! It then started raining, and I got a good douse, then it quickly dawned on me to check out her house. I arrived in an hour at her tiny white lodge, and saw that her car wasn't in her garage! I spied in each window, but all I could see was an empty abode, 'cept her cat...Mr. "T". I then got quite worried with a pang of fright, but, I went home anyway and called it a night. The next day was worse, I was at my wits end! I just couldn't believe I had lost my good friend! Ruth was the type to confirm a lunch date, she would not have left me hanging like this, at any rate. I searched the grocery store, and mall like some jerk; 'til I thought I had better go and check out her work. I still was puzzled about my being a barbarian as I strolled to where Ruth worked as a librarian. Well, they hadn't seen her...she had three days off, something about her having a bad cough. So, day two was futile...I had all but given up; I chased her with whiskey...cup after cup. Day three went much better, it put Ruth within reach I remembered when ill, Ruth would visit the beach. I drove for three hours and arrived at the sand; to find Ruth still coughing, but so nicely tanned. With my hands in my pockets, I felt great and so free; I'd finally found Ruth...and still had her fortune cookie! I remembered I'd taken one on the day of our date, so I gave it to her...it wasn't too late. I knelt down beside her, and felt the warmth of the sun; and recalled my strange fortune about Attila the Hun; out of my pocket, I held the slip in my hand; I re-read it again...and I began to understand; well, I couldn't stop laughing whilst down on one knee, for I had gone three whole days...living quite, "Ruthlessly"!