I don’t get it.
How do I always manage to get myself into these sticky situations. It’s like that theory about how disaster is drawn to certain people that’s said to make those disaster struck people feel better.
It’s insane how these things happen to me. The most random, unheard of drama. For example, I’ve been audited 4 times this years by the tax people, had my personal identity information stolen from a government office, my dog ruptured her anal glands the day we put my childhood dog down, my cell phone smashed and I received a bill for the same phone every month for a year (despite calling EVERY month reminding them I cancelled my service). It’s things like this. All the time.
My best friend laughs and says, “Only you, Ruby… this would only happen to you”
This morning, I was sitting eating my donut drinking my coffee in my car. I’m parked. The lady that pulls up beside me practically threw her door off its hinges the way she swung it open. Oh, and ya it SMOKED my mirror.
My mirror is now sitting in my front passenger seat.
This woman just looked at me, bewildered, with a “ooops, did I just do that” look on her face. She holds up her hand and smiles, “I’m so sorry, oh jeez, I’m sorry”. And get this…
I’m sitting here, taking it all in. Calmly, I get out pick up my mirror and take a picture of her licence plate. Then I look around and try and figure out where the hell this woman ran off to.
So I waited for 20 minutes for her to return. Remember, it’s -16 C outside and I’m freezing my nipples off. She just disappears, like a fucking Houdini.
End of story, for now. Still not sure what to do about this.
Fucking spider webs, always getting in the way of my optimism and faith in humanity.