Can’t Be My Fault
Can’t Be My Fault
As I pulled the door shut behind me, I realized what I had done. It was at the exact instant that it closed when I knew. I looked down at my shoelace, where I always tied my key when I went for a run. I already knew what I would see, but I had to look anyway. There was no key…I was locked out.
I had done this many times before in hotels. Of course, all I had to do was go to the front desk and have a new key made. There is no front desk in my neighborhood for instances like this. Maybe there should be. I could bring it up at the next neighborhood meeting, if we had neighborhood meetings. Maybe, we should have a meeting to decide if we need to have meetings.
Even though I knew the door was locked, I had to check it anyway. Then, even though I knew the back door was locked, I checked that too. I began to think of ways to break in. Luckily it has the word break in it. That made me thinks of costs and repairs. There would be no break in. Plus, my luck, I would be the first person ever to be arrested for breaking into their own house. Oh, and don’t think my wife wouldn’t press charges.
Do You Feel Lucky, Punk?
Do You Feel Lucky, Punk?
We’re you sitting in your lucky seat? Were you wearing your lucky shirt? It didn’t seem to help last night. The Penguins still lost and are now down 2 games to 1. Now, you have to pull out the big guns, the ones that you save for moments like these.
Maybe, you eat your chips with a certain hand…or only eat a certain size of chip. If they’re broken, leave them in the bowl. You don’t want the team to lose because you ate a handful of crumbs.
You probably already plan to change seats, shirts, socks…Oh, and thank you for that…Fans have weird superstitions. They like to think they’re actions somehow affect the outcome of the game. [Read more…]
Not Cool.
Not Cool
I always liked to think I was cool when I was younger. People told me I was cool without me soliciting an opinion. Even up until recently, I still felt like I was a cool guy. You may disagree, but that doesn’t matter. If I’m cool in my mind, then I’m cool. That all changed this week. Here’s my story.
My wife was involved in a minor traffic accident recently. Nothing major, she was yielding at an intersection and waiting to merge over, when some idiot hit her from behind. His explanation was that he wasn’t looking in that direction.
I don’t know what they’re teaching in driver’s education these days. When I took it, we were taught that you should look in the direction your vehicle is moving. In this case, when moving forward, look at what’s in front of you! He probably had an important text to send and looking where he was going wasn’t a priority at the time. [Read more…]
