They're giving you a number, and taking away your name

[cyrano]

Do you ever suspect that perhaps you're in the wrong script?
Yesterday was 'grab greasy yet vegetably lunch from Orient Express' day. (mmmm stirfry cauliflower and dry roasted green beans and broccoli in brown sauce) And wrapping up my business, I cracked my cookie. And my fortune read "The rubber bands are heading in the right direction." I hardly noticed that in addition, the Chinese word for 'automobile' is 'Qi-che' because I was suddenly surveying the parking lot and looking for either the teams of extra-governmental assassins or my contact with my ticket (first class, of course, Moneypenney) to Kenya.