‘Plan for the Best. Prepare for the Worst’
I was invited to speak to a journalism class tonight at the University of Pittsburgh.
I was dog tired when I arrived. I don’t know why people say that. I think cats sleep more than dogs, but dogs really can look tired. Maybe that’s why people say that.
No one fell asleep, so at least I think I kept them engaged or maybe entertained. I managed to stay awake too.
Afterward, Len and I went to a place about a block from the Cathedral of Learning. I think it was called Lulu’s or something like that, but I didn’t bother to look at the name above the door as we entered or even as I scanned the menu at our table. It was some kind of Thai-Chinese fusion eatery with tiny Asian women serving customers.
I told Len, “I’m going to guess that woman is Chinese.” I thought she looked too thin to be Thai — Chinese thin. She was Thai. She asked if I was Chinese — nope. We were both wrong. I had a bit of fun flirting with her.
I had Tom Yum soup and Pad Thai — both very good — and washed it down with some green tea. That’s the first tea that I’ve had in months. It tasted quite nice. It was a welcome change from daily liter of water, which I really would rather spell l-i-t-r-e.
After dinner, she brought over the bill — Len paid — and some fortune cookies. His had some nice rosy message about something good happening soon.
My fortune? “Plan for the best. Prepare for the worst.”
First thought in my head: “What the … even my fortune cookies suck.”
First thing out of my mouth,” Hey Len, I think you have my fortune.”
He didn’t trade with me. Damn.