... I... I think the cookie people are trying to kill me.

Tonight, I went to a Chinese restaurant.

The lady behind the front counter was white.

Our waiter was Arab-American; the other was Hispanic.

The only other people in the restaurant was a Polynesian family gathered around a table in the middle of the room.

Number of Chinese people in the Chinese restaurant: 0.

But at least I still got an Engrish fortune cookie (You will always have good luck in you. Personal affairs.)

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