So the other day, I was running walking through my office building on the way to Subway. Subway is a new addition to the building, and now becoming a regular addition to my diet as I think they are pumping the smell of fresh bread through the vents of the office, and I clearly have no self-control. I was just about to push through the door when a metal object fell from the ceiling. I’m not going to deny it, I had a moment where I almost pretended like I didn’t see the big metal object flying through the air in front of my face, and carried on with my Subway mission. It was only a brief moment, and of course curiosity doing the right thing won out. I picked-up the metal object which was surprisingly heavy, and dutifully took it to the security desk; pointing out that someone could have been killed by that thing.
A few nights later, I was out at a birthday party at a restaurant. I ended-up in the corner chatting it up with the girls, and having a grand old time. Unfortunately, I didn’t notice the lit candle hanging-out precariously close to my shoulder, and when I went to the bathroom tried to take it with me. It’s a flipping miracle that a lit candle, plus my hair and wool jacket, both of which I am sure are quite flammable, didn’t cause me to burst into flames. My jacket and boots suffered some wax damage, but I escaped unscathed. Or seemingly. I can’t help but wondering though– is the universe trying to tell me something??
Mom, I think it’s time for the helmet and race suit.
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