The Zen of Cookies

I have always found Eastern Philosophy to be brilliant.  Would you like proof?

This was in my fortune cookie last evening: You deserve special treatment this month.  Enjoy dessert.

Pretty damn insightful if you ask me.

Also, you know how you always think of the perfect thing to say after it’s too late.  I hate that.  I am extraordinarily witty 10 minutes later.  This morning the universe threw me a bone and let me have one.

When I take Sassy to school we always sneak in the back way because the front parking lot is a complete zoo.  There are a few other wise parents that park back there, too.  We have to drive through a residential neighborhood and park at the city park the school leases as the school yard.  I am always careful to go the speed limit through the housing development because there are always lots of joggers and dog walkers out in the mornings.

This morning, Sassy and I were jumping out of the truck in a hurry because we were running late of course.  An older gentleman passed us and said, “The speed limit is 25 through here.”

“I believe I was going 25,” I replied as I yanked Sassy’s door open.

He snorted in response but didn’t say anything.

“Perhaps it’s time to get yourself re-calibrated,” I told him as we dashed off.

I’ve repeated that little spark of timely brilliance all day.