We went to this Chinese restaurant we like. Well, now it’s called
a “Pan-Asian Bistro”. Anyway, after we had dinner at the Chinese restaurant I went to use the restroom. I washed may hands, and was going to leave when the door handle came right off in my hand! How was I going to get out? How would I let my wife know? We both left our phones in the car to encourage romantic conversation. Now what?
All those jokes about being a prisoner in a fortune cookie factory didn’t seem so funny any more.