So. My sister and I have decided I am one of those bad luck peoples. You know how there is always that percentile, no matter how small, that something bad will happen to them? Well that percentile is me.
Yep. I'm the girl who, out of thousands of people over at 3rd Street, gets smacked in the head by some random bird trying to protect her nest. I'm the girl who trips over flat surfaces. I'm the girl who out of a pile of t-shirts at the store, will buy the one with the hole in the armpit. I'm the girl who gets the weird hair or something in their food at a restaurant. I'm the girl who's driver side window decides not to work when in the drive thru. I'm also the girl who tries on a pair of shoes in the store and decides to buy them, shoves the whole box in the closet until its time to wear them, only to find out that I got 2 right foot shoes. (I still to this day cannot figure out how that happened).
Yep. I'm that girl. Today was no different. I had just gotten to work (15 minute early, I might add) when I notice something weird with my heel. Throughout the morning it kept getting worse and finally I looked down at my shoe and noticed that the sole of my shoe was hanging off of my shoe. The whole heel and part of the mid-sole was no longer attached to my shoe! My sister, after a lot of giggling, suggested that I put a rubber band around my entire show so that at least the whole sole won't fall off. That eventually stopped working and I ended up using a combo of packing tape and rubber bands to keep my shoe together. Luckily my pants were long enough to cover my shoe and no one was the wiser.
As soon as I got home I threw those shoes in the trash. Those shoes are cursed. They are the ones I bought that turned into 2 right feet when I got home. They are also the ones I was wearing when I full on tripped on my hands and knees walking to Ruth's Chris with my co-workers. They were also the ones I was wearing when my window stopped working (okay that's a bit of a stretch, work with me, k?)
Yep. That's me.
1 comment:
LOL too funny!
You need your own column in the paper, a la Carrie. What a nice life that'd be :)
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