A Hacker Goes to a Restaurant

This is a short story about the time when a hacker (me) walked into a restaurant. See, I'm on vacation now in Australia. I took the time off, and traveled to the other end of Earth, to visit the lovely city of Katoomba (at the Blue Mountains.) My friend and I stepped into Papa Dino's place for some Italian food. Running through the menu, I was looking for something to feed my huge appetite. At the very bottom, I saw these glyphs. Immediately recognized as being part of the same Wingdings family of fonts. With what feels as all eyes on me, I quickly scribbled a copy onto a piece of unused napkin and shoved it into my pocket as if a part of national security secret.

Thousands of miles and some days afterwards, I re-united with my preciousss laptop. I took out the napkin from my coat and fired up Word. Running through the As to Zs, I was hoping to find the exact of neighboring planet, the secret to zero gravity or at least the answer for ''why did the chicken cross the road''.

Finally, I got the code deciphered. I looked and it and hit with shame. It said "May 2003" written in the wrong font. Damn you Irony! You win again!

And that what happens when a hacker goes to a restaurant (true story!).