I figured I'm morally obligated to post this one, owing to my other post about how nothing ever goes right for me.
The other day at work, somebody asked me if I wanted some french fries, he'd apparently gotten an enormous order and wasn't able to finish it himself. This is already unusual--free food, woohoo!
So he gives me this huge bag full of fries and one of those little cups full of ketchup, and I start making my way through them.
When I get to the last couple of fries, I dip them into the ketchup cup, and hoist them towards my mouth. I notice that a huge glop of ketchup is slipping off the fries, and before I can make any evasive actions, down the glop plunges.
Here's where everything goes alternate dimension on me. Rather than falling onto my shirt and dribbling down to my waist leaving an impressively large and unsightly stain, the glop of ketchup actually falls right back into the ketchup cup!
It was so different from the way things normally go for me that I was moved to blog about it.
I feel invincible right now. Today, a glop of ketchup, tomorrow the world. Nothing can stop me now.