I frequented a New York City restaurant (now out of business) that specialized in fresh-kill chicken specials and incomprehensible fortune cookies.
On my last night there, I got a cookie with the following fortune:
“YOU MUST GO HOME AND MAKE A CIRCLE OUT OF MINTS. DO NOT HASTE!!”
I went home, as directed, and made a circle out of Altoids.
I left it out on the kitchen table all night long, and let the circle remain there for the next two days.
Absolutely nothing happened as a result of doing this.