Some days I have it, like this one, and some days I don’t. Today is one of those days I don’t. Things were going fairly well until I got off the train. As I was walking beside the train I stumbled a bit too far to one side and a small silver piece of metal attached to the side of the train reached out and attacked me out of nowhere with surprising quickness. I didn’t even see it coming. With a little less quickness, okay, with a quickness reminiscent of the speed of a turtle, I reacted and saved my arm from being mutilated. Unfortunately, my shirt was not so lucky. Although my arm was left with only a tiny red mark where skin was scraped off, my shirt has a gaping hole in the sleeve. Its frayed ends dangling from the wound reaching towards the warm safe piece of fabric it should be connected to.
One would think the shirt mutilation was bad enough for one day, and I would tend to agree, but my bad luck (or is it bad karma?) was far from over. An innocent trip to the washroom turned into a nightmare for my pants as the button on the waist was severed from the pants. I have never been more appreciative of a belt than I am right now as it is the only thing ensuring my pants stay together, saving me from embarrassment and giving a free show.
An ordinary day has now turned into one filled with nervous tension as I await the next small tragedy to befall me.
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