I found a fortune-cookie fortune. It was, inexplicably, in the center console of my truck -- a mystery in itself, since I haven't patronized a Chinese restaurant for years. Yet, there it was, and found in the most unlikely of ways.
Immediately, I thought of my friend, who has often employed fortunes as a kind of tarot, much as I do my word ledgers. That very night, I relayed to her the fortune's message: "You will always get what you want through your charm and personality," accompanied by twin smiley faces.
Two weeks later: my friend finds, in her parents' house, an unexpected bag of fortune cookies. She pulls one, following an urge, and it contains the precise fortune I'd unearthed in my truck.