Bobaloo doesn’t have the greatest luck. I don’t know if it’s so much luck as weird
stuff happens to him on the regular.
When we were dating he used to tell me stories of the strange everyday occurrences
that would happen to him, I of course, thought he was exaggerating.
When we moved in together we always worked wonky schedules so
here and there I would notice goofy interactions or the world messing with
him. It wasn’t until we got married, had
similar work schedules, and started only using one car that I noticed all the weird
crap that happens to him on a semi-daily basis.
Honestly there are times I dread pulling into the 7-11 because there is
going to be some kind of tomfoolery happening that is going to make a 2 minute
stop stretch to 10. It seems to be that
all of these weird little things add up to the microcosm of his life. It’s hard to explain, so here are a few examples:
*He constantly gets strange change back (half dollars,
two-dollar bills, Sacajawea coins). The
change isn’t from just one establishment either, this happens all around town.
*I joke that we can get anywhere 15 minutes faster if I
drive because he will hit every.single.red.light.
*He always gets the wobbly bar stool.
*His food order always gets mixed up or has missing items.
*This post would take days if I went on with the list.
Usually his weird destiny doesn’t throw my stuff off but
every once in a while, I am there to not only witness it, but participate
(unwillingly).
A recent experience was a trip to Wal-Mart to buy a trashcan
for the kitchen. We made our way to the
home section and they had an entire aisle of garbage cans in different
materials, colors, etc.
We weren’t looking for anything too fancy, maybe just a $20 Rubbermaid
with a lid. Did you know they sell
garbage cans for $80? Well, we were
sticking to the frugal choice. Find a
can, find a lid, and get out of there.
We found a few that we liked but were unable to find one
with a lid that fit. Now, there were a
lot of garbage cans and a lot of lids, what are the odds that not one thing
would fit another in the entire aisle?
It dawned on me that I was shopping with Bobaloo and this was about turn
into one of his weird things that happen only to him. That saying, “no matter how crooked the pot,
there’s always a lid that fits” certainly did not apply. They even had labels with letters on them to
help match a set up. Bobaloo would pull
out Cans J, C, and T and I would only find lids for G, P, and H.
We just wanted a garbage can. After about ten minutes of maddening amusement
we gave up and left with no trashcan.
