Let’s crack the QR code into teeny, tiny pieces
I finished my order of General Tso’s chicken and reached for dessert — the fortune cookie. And got hotter than the general’s chicken when I pulled the slip out of the cookie. My fortune came with a QR code. Seriously? Two troubling questions weighed upon me: One, do you have to carry a military title — such as General Tso or Colonel Sanders — to cook delicious chicken? And two, where can a person go to escape the taunting of those annoying apps and QR codes? I’m afraid to take a walk in the woods. Not for fear that Yogi Bear will jump out and demand my picnic basket ...