You'd think that all of my bad luck would have run out by now, or at least run down. But I'm sad to say it hasn't. (Lucky for you because otherwise I wouldn't be posting right now)
Every Thursday I go to my friends house to take piano lessons and hang out for a while. Yesterday I stayed till about three then we talked her mom into letting her come with me to drop off a computer and hang out a while. Normally this would be great fun (And of course bad things happen when I hang out with friends, like we would get stopped by the cops because we do not look our age but we do look like "could-be-teenaged-thugs") But today when we get back to my house my parents were putting in the new stove. (Yes. We had to get a new stove...) We quickly decided to just leave and let them put it in. So we go to Walmart to walk around and waste time. On the way in, the sky starts getting dark and clouds of doom start stretching over the sky. I parked as close as I could and thought, "It probably won't even rain today"
No.
As soon as we get inside it starts to pour. I mean you could barely see three feet in front of you. I thought maybe after a little bit it would let up some so we could make it back to the car at least. So we start walking around causing trouble (A.K.A. giving our reviews on movies.) And wandering through the Halloween costume finding misspelled words on packages and things. Finally about 30 to 45 minutes later I decide it's not going to let up and we've been around the building at least 15 times. So I tell her I will run out and get the car and pull it around so she wouldn't have to get too wet.
This is mistake #2
When I get to the door it's still pouring down. I looked back at her like a sad puppy hoping she might say "Why don't we just wait a while?" But what does she do? She waves and says "Don't forget to unlock the door buddy!" Clearly seeing she was going to do nothing to stop me, I ran out in the rain.
After a few seconds I was soaked and decided "What the hey?" So I start running for dear life splashing myself as well as anyone running near me. About halfway across the parking lot I forget where I parked. There is something you should know about my car. It is tiny. Like it's really really tiny.... So all the other cars are blocking any view of it. After a minute or two I give up and start running in the general direction I thought it would be in. Luckily I see it! I take off in a dead sprint and that is when my foot touches the ground. My first thought is "I've messed my shoe up!" but when I look down it's not even on my foot. I look around frantically searching for it only to see that it is floating away! (Yes it was raining that bad.) So there I am running through the parking lot in the rain with only one shoe on chasing the other. I finally caught it after a minute and that is when I give up trying not to get soaked and calmly walk back to my car and unlock the door. This is about the time I notice that there are people sitting in the cars around me laughing insanely. I look at them and wave and then get into my car and crank it up. I leaned over and unlocked the door first thing ok? I really did. But when I got to the door, she was standing there dry and happy... So yeah I locked it back.
I left it like that for a minute till I realized she had my phone so I let her in.
That's when she starts laughing because I'm completely soaked. To make up for her laughing at me I took her cupcake and ate it in front of her... She was still laughing when I left... Her mom thinks we're insane...
On to what happened this morning... I wake up to the sound of screeching chickens. They do this all the time so I didn't even bother to see what they were doing outside my window. But after about ten minutes of this I got up, ready to make some fried chicken. When I look out the window I see two of the chickens have their heads caught in the fence. Being the animal lover that I am, I rushed out and poked them back into the pin but what do they do? They just ran and shoved their heads BACK into the fence. I had no idea what was going on. That's when I see one of the bigger hens jump on them. Apparently my Dad decided to try putting the two babies in with the older ones again. I wouldn't mind if they would stop jumping on them. So I get them out. But in the process of being bitten by chickens that are trying to jump on the babies in my hands, a car drives up. It is none other than a costumer dropping off a chair.
I'm in my night clothes, fighting off a pack of deranged chickens and of course this woman in an expensive car drives up and sees the whole thing.
Lovely timing.
After she left I started cooking breakfast in the new oven. Let's just say this oven hates me. It probably heard about what happened to the last oven... It burned my cinnamon rolls! So now I'm sitting here chewing on the burnt rolls and wondering what might happen next...
I should probably wear a helmet today just to be safe...
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