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Fortune Not Cookie by Silent Mike, Leslie
February 2nd, 2009 12:15 PM
A Grand Adventure in the City
The draw of designing and leaving fortunes across The City of San Francisco was too powerful to resist. Leslie and I found the prospect of humorous fortunes a clever manner by which to brighten someone's day. We discussed the exact design of the fortunes through multiple Gmail Chat sessions during workday afternoons. We made plans to depart from the Berkeley BART and slyly deposit the fortunes throughout the day as we made our way to Corona Heights for another task. This was going to be an adventure, we determined. Excitement; a journey; a quest!
No area was safe from our mischief. BART was our first target; it proved easy to drop a small envelope in a crowded train. In retrospect, we would have looked very suspicious to anyone that spotted us. I envisioned having to explain myself to a law officer. "No, sir. There is no bomb or malicious intent, but merely a fortune about good things to come. Honest."
Once we exited BART at the Powell station, we made way for Westfield Mall and left two fortunes hidden in plain sight. We laughed, knowing the looks of confusion and - hopefully - amusement that would follow their discovery. Panda Express was an obvious mark, and doubled in providing freshly fried chicken. We embarked towards Nordstrom's, with Leslie leaving a comical note in the women's dressing room while I browsed aghast at $200 jeans. We then took the F-Market towards the Castro and climbed Corona Heights, leaving fortunes along the way in the subtlest of places. They were secured with rocks or wedged amongst materials so that even if they were not discovered that day, they would remain secure until a curious person stumbled by.
By the time we made our descent from the hill, the sun was beginning to set and we still had eight fortunes remaining. Our pace quickened, along with the placement of our portents. Bookstores, markets, and Starbucks, oh my! Upon reaching BART once more, we went our separate ways. Leslie returned to Berkeley with all of her fortunes spent, while I returned to Hayward, placing one last envelope on the ticket dispenser.
The draw of designing and leaving fortunes across The City of San Francisco was too powerful to resist. Leslie and I found the prospect of humorous fortunes a clever manner by which to brighten someone's day. We discussed the exact design of the fortunes through multiple Gmail Chat sessions during workday afternoons. We made plans to depart from the Berkeley BART and slyly deposit the fortunes throughout the day as we made our way to Corona Heights for another task. This was going to be an adventure, we determined. Excitement; a journey; a quest!
No area was safe from our mischief. BART was our first target; it proved easy to drop a small envelope in a crowded train. In retrospect, we would have looked very suspicious to anyone that spotted us. I envisioned having to explain myself to a law officer. "No, sir. There is no bomb or malicious intent, but merely a fortune about good things to come. Honest."
Once we exited BART at the Powell station, we made way for Westfield Mall and left two fortunes hidden in plain sight. We laughed, knowing the looks of confusion and - hopefully - amusement that would follow their discovery. Panda Express was an obvious mark, and doubled in providing freshly fried chicken. We embarked towards Nordstrom's, with Leslie leaving a comical note in the women's dressing room while I browsed aghast at $200 jeans. We then took the F-Market towards the Castro and climbed Corona Heights, leaving fortunes along the way in the subtlest of places. They were secured with rocks or wedged amongst materials so that even if they were not discovered that day, they would remain secure until a curious person stumbled by.
By the time we made our descent from the hill, the sun was beginning to set and we still had eight fortunes remaining. Our pace quickened, along with the placement of our portents. Bookstores, markets, and Starbucks, oh my! Upon reaching BART once more, we went our separate ways. Leslie returned to Berkeley with all of her fortunes spent, while I returned to Hayward, placing one last envelope on the ticket dispenser.
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posted by Kyle Westwood on February 3rd, 2009 12:08 PM
For the variety of places the fortunes were put. Also the fortunes themselves. Great completiton.
Ha! Great fortunes!