Five Routine Minutes: The “In Bed” Fortune Cookie GamePosted: August 8, 2011 | |
One of my favorite things to do is lunch with my son. It is relaxing, and a great way for us to catch up on what is going on in life without the distractions of the rest of life. Last week, opportunity knocked and he picked a Chinese restaurant we both like. No, not that Chinese restaurant, it was this one.
We sat near a large group of people who worked together. They were chatting and seemed to enjoy each others company a lot. It was a little loud, but they were happy and having a good time so it wasn’t really a problem. I just ordered a little louder.
Things were nice. I heard about people he’s looking forward to seeing when he moves back up to school this week, the new room mates and the girl. I haven’t met the girl yet, but I like her already.
We talked and ate and had a good time over the rising din from the table next to us. Then the waiter brought them their bill and fortune cookies. It got quiet a moment, then someone said to the rest of the table “do you play the in bed game with your fortune cookies?” She got a lukewarm response and one definite no from her table. That was enough to get her started explaining how you’re supposed to read your fortune aloud and then add the phrase “in bed” at the end.
I hate the in bed fortune cookie game. I looked at my son, knowing he’d have something to say because he is my son.
Why is it always the ’70’s with him? I had a good time then.
Then the game began. Eight fortunes, all in bed. None of them were funny. Not even by 1970’s standards. Even the person who clearly indicated she did not play the game and did not like it got cajoled into playing. Her fortune was something like “try harder”, to which the person pushing the game loudly added “in bed”.
The woman who didn’t want to play was mortified. I am not big on airing my grievances in big public displays, but if she’d have leapt to her feet and berated her lunch companions I’d have given her a standing ovation.
Friends, the “in bed” game often leads to such awkwardness. My son is right, it has not been funny since the ’70’s. I don’t think we played it back then, but if we did and if it was funny, it is not funny anymore. Keep in mind that Pet Rocks were funny in the ’70’s, but now, not so much.
Rise up against the In Bed Game. Say no. Say you don’t play it and it hasn’t been funny for decades. Tell whoever you hear propose playing it that you’ll never dine with them again if they play it at your table. Together, we can kill this stupid game.