Yesterday, I went to Fat Wok for a farewell luncheon for three of my coworkers. Despite the occasion, a good time was had by all, and, as usual for a Chinese restaurant, we had fortune cookies for dessert. Mine read:

“You will find your solution where you least expect it.”

I thought it would have been more appropriate when I was actively debugging code, but I still liked it.

This morning, I noticed that Mike Nelson, one of my former managers, had commented on my late-night Facebook status with a fortune cookie of his own; I responded with my vague recollection of this fortune.

And later, when I went to bring in the recycling bins, I discovered the fortune sitting on the ground beside the bin, though everything else had been taken away properly. So I brought it back inside to re-recycle, but thought I’d get the text properly memorialized, because it must be telling me something…right?

Either that, or I’m about to finally understand the final episode of Battlestar Galactica.

We’re delayed at Atlanta Airport, so I thought it would be a good idea to take advantage of the delay and have a sit-down meal while we were stuck on Concourse D.

Our first attempt was at Sojourners, which had a decent menu and prices. But I was taken aback when the host asked “smoking or non-smoking”. And then he showed us to a table “near the border”. Of course, that meant “smoky”, so we politely said “no” and moved on.

Phillips Crab House, fortunately, was entirely non-smoking and had several non-shellfish entrees. Recommended, even if pricey.