Example - Yesterday I was at Kinko's picking up graphics for my new exhibit. I walk to my car prop the graphics against it, it was little windy so i held them with one hand as I got my car key. Suddenly my car key decided to commit suicide and jump out of my hand and into the sewer drain filled with water and straight to the bottom. Ok maybe it didn't jump as much as I actually dropped it!

What are the chances? It's weird because when I walk by sewers with my keys in my hand I always thnk.."What if they fell down there?" My father then had to drive 30 minutes from his house to bring me the extra key. At least it was just my car key and not the ones for my apartment or work.

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Originally posted by giamaria:
I had a weird thing happen on Wednesday-Thursday. I came across a sympathy card I have at home that I meant to file away for future use. As I was going to put it away, I had a feeling that I was going to need it soon. Yesterday I heard my co-workers relative passed away.

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Oh, this is the reason I never EVER pre-buy sympathy cards. Every time I do I need one. Bleh.

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Originally posted by crowjoy:
Oh, this is the reason I never EVER pre-buy sympathy cards. Every time I do I need one. Bleh.

Freaky things. I'm sure they happen to me but I just don't notice because I'm a freak.

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The whole point of me getting a rental car while my bumper gets repaired was to minimize hassles. Guess who got a flat on the interstate today? NJ DOT to the rescue!

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Originally posted by bekkaboo:
At a fellow Digster's house once, I finished a roll of toilet paper. I flushed and, trying to be a courteous guest, started to replace said roll. As I was putting the TP back on the holder, the plastic tension thing that holds the roll shot out, fell down the toilet as it was flushing, and went straight down the drain. I don't think any clogging or anything resulted, but I was SO VERY embarrassed when I had to explain what happened, and have often marvelled at the timing and the angle that it must have fallen at for it to actually go straight down the drain. If I tried a million more times I probably couldn't duplicate it.

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Excellent story....I don't mean to laugh but that is definately an "I can't beleive it happend to me". what are the chances...at leaast you were nice enough to replace the roll.

Flat on the way to work in my car. Damage was to the side wall, so I also bought a new tire by 9:30 AM b/c it's really not fun going down the interstate on a donut.

I was literally one block from the boy's house b/c I'd just picked up a book I left there, but I called roadside assistance b/c I knew he had to work soon. I texted him too, just griping and in the few minutes since I'd seen him last he was already at his office. But he planned to head back and help me since roadside assistance was an hour away, but they beat him to it while he was en route.

It did not turn out to be broken but I have a huge red bump on the top of my nose and it is right where my glasses sit.

Yeah, thank God I took Friday off. My car handles like crappola in the snow. And the newest development is that my windshield wipers keep blowing their fuse. My dad changed the fuse before the snowstorm, and by the next morning the boy had to change it again. No sooner did he go back in his house did the fuse blow AGAIN and by that time I changed it myself only to have it go yet again by the time I got back to my place.

Sunday night we had a big snowstorm. Well, big for here - maybe 6 inches. I drove to work Monday morning like the trooper that I am - I didn't even end up being that late - just 3 minutes! I park at the baseball stadium and take a shuttle to the building. When I pulled into the lot, I saw they hadn't plowed a damn thing. There were other cars parked already, so I pulled up next to one car, behind another. I took the shuttle and went to work.

At 4:30, I left as usual, and took the shuttle to my car, only to see that some a-hole had created their own spot, right behind me, so I was stuck in the middle of two cars! And, there were cars on either side of me! I was so annoyed! But, I figured that I do leave earlier than most people, so I caught a ride back up to my building with this sweet girl Janet, who was sympathetic to my plight. I went back up to the office and hung out for a bit, and caught the 5:15 shuttle, thinking that one of the six cars that could potentially free me MUST have been gone by then, with all the fuss everyone had been making about the ice! So, I rode the shuttle down, but nope, I was still blocked in.

I was so annoyed. I said the f-word, and I NEVER say the f-word. Hahah. So, I sit down in my car to figure out what to do. Phil doesn't want to come get me because he doesn't want to go out in the freezing rain which had already started, and didn't know how I'd get to work the next morning without my car. He wanted me to call the parking lot and have the car in the non-spot behind me towed. I didn't want to do that. My cell phone battery is dying. I'm crying (it had been a long day, and, well, I'm a cryer.)

Then I remembered that earlier that day, because they had been predicting freezing rain for that night and the next morning, my company had offered to put anyone who didn't feel comfortable driving up in a hotel for the night. I didn't have any supplies and prefer my own bed, so I had declined. But now I didn't have much of a choice! I called my manager to see if I could still get into a room. He said he'd see what he could do, and said he'd call me back. It turned out that the "travel" people at my company who normally arranged such things had left already, but he called the hotel where they were housing people and personally arranged for a room for me. My hero!

At that point, I was still in my car, but the 5:30 shuttle had just dropped off my coworker Dan, who graciously gave me a ride to the hotel. The hotel was the Renaissance in the Inner Harbor, and was absolute luxury. I checked in and went up to my room, which was absolutely beautiful. I had a king-sized bed all to myself, with FIVE pillows!

It was six o'clock by that point, and I was hungry. I remembered that the Janet girl who had driven me back to the building the first time had been headed to the Renaissance to spend the night. So, I called the front desk and had them connect me to her room. She was like, "well, since they give us a $25 allowance for dinner, a couple of us are headed to Ruth's Chris if you'd like to come!" Now, $25 won't pay for a dinner at Ruth's Chris, but it would get me about 1/2 off, and that was too good a deal to pass by.

So, I started down to the lobby, at which point I realized that, which I had on dressy work clothes and my nice wool jacket with fox fur trim, I was still wearing big-honking-ugly-snowmobile-boots-which-used-to-belong-to-my-brother-and-didn't-have-laces-but-kept-my-feet-warm-and-dry-so-I-wore-them-anyway. I had brought other shoes to change into in the office, but when I had left, I figured it didn't make sense to carry the work shoes home, when I was just going to carry them to work the next day and change into them. So, here's me, going to Ruth's Chris in the ugliest boots imaginable. Hysterical. No one said anything, but I felt horribly conspicuous! So, dinner was good, and ended up costing me $20 out of pocket, not too bad for a steak dinner with a glass of wine!

And after dinner, I went shopping! The hotel is connected the Harborplace Mall, so I went and bought myself a new outfit to wear to work the next day. (To be fair, though, I had planned on buying a new outfit with this paycheck, and the stuff I bought was all on sale.)

So, yeah. That was my exciting adventure. When I left work on Tuesday, my car was thankfully free. And, I was even within the lines of a real parking spot, so there's no way it was even my fault to start!

(Edited to add paragraphs to make it a *little* more readable)

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Originally posted by bekkaboo:
As I was putting the TP back on the holder, the plastic tension thing that holds the roll shot out, fell down the toilet as it was flushing, and went straight down the drain.

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A couple of months ago, I hit a basket on the counter just as I was flushing the toilet and kerplunk! Large nail clippers in open position. No amount of messing around with plungers and hooks would help and the toilet would no longer work. The handyman couldn't come until the next day to look at it so I had to get a hotel so we could use the facilities!

Handyman comes and takes the entire thing apart and snakes but cannot find where it lodged or what it damaged. He had to replace the toilet. At least the apartment building didn't charge me for it.

I am the master spaz.

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Originally posted by breana:
I actually gasped out loud when I read this. I did that at my parent's house once, and I flushed the toilet TEN TIMES to make sure it wasn't clogged. My parent's were all, "huh, weird, whatever," about the whole thing, but it's CRAZY that it happened to someone else! I thought it was a once in a bazillion kind of thing. Bekkaboo, we are scary.

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Weird!!!! I wonder if it happened at exactly the same time??? Do do do do do do do dooooo......

The boy is sporting a noticeably swollen cheekbone this morning, courtesy of me.

We were playing pool last night and sharing a pitcher of beer. I was tipsy, and for no reason in particular I put the cue behind my back and sort of wrapped my arms around it while I was waiting for the game to start. The boy needed the stick to shoot, so I flipped it back over my head to hand it to him. Being as tangled as I was, I wound up giving him a swift strike to the face with it.

On the subject of bird poop...

Went to W@w@ at lunchtime. The parking lot's always crowded then, but I was just running in to use the MAC. There were no empty spaces, so I parked along the inside curb (in the lot). The curb's not painted yellow (like some areas of their lot are) and there's no signs saying you can't park there so people do it all the time.

I came out of the store, and saw a huge dent in my side panel. Luckily the guy (who was backing out of a marked space and didn't see my car) stuck around. He was apologetic and we exchanged info.

This car crap's happened so often to me that I no longer get upset when it does. But a coworker brought up a good point - since I wasn't parked in a marked spot, does that mean I was "illegally parked" and that the cost of fixing it will come out of my pocket??

The kicker was, I was scared it might happen and thought I was careful to park behind smaller cars so they'd be sure to see me.

I'm just..in shock. They put me in the ambulance, and took me to the hospital, and I'm fine, just wicked bruised and sore. I just can't believe he drove into me. I was in the crosswalk. He knocked my shoes off. I was in the middle of the street, in my socks, and he got out and told me I looked like I was fine. I don't remember much, but one of the shopkeepers who saw it said I was airborne for a bit. I'm just...in shock, as in, Can you F'in Believe that? but thankfully I am fine, and being cared for by my marvelous boy.