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WHAT THE HELL? SOME DAYS IT JUST AIN'T YOUR DAY!
Life's Little Road Blocks
Do you ever just wonder “What The Hell? ” when life throws up those little road blocks or slings stuff your way. Not necessarily at you, but somewhere in your vicinity. Its funny how the same stuff seems to keep coming back to haunt you. Depending on how “stuff” is defined for you, you have to determine whether to catch it, embrace it or simply run like the wind. Actually, none of those worked for me. What’s that saying? “Sometimes you’re the bug and sometimes you’re the windshield.”
My cousin and I went to visit Granny. Racing up the sidewalk, we barely reached the porch when there was an audible “splat”. There was an absolute look of horror on her face as she turned to look at me. Dead center in her forehead was the mark of a bird. I’m sorry - I laughed. She cried.
Fast forward a few years and I was driving my Datsun pickup down the road on a cloudy day. All of a sudden, it sounded like huge raindrops hitting the roof of the truck. As the herd of birds that flew overhead let loose all at once, my windshield was entirely covered with their droppings and I couldn’t see anything. Stupidly, I turned on the windshield wipers hoping to be able to continue driving home. That was a mistake. It was like trying to rub peanut butter off your vehicle. Adding insult to injury, I discovered my windshield washer had no water. Luckily there was a half full can of Coke in the vehicle.
I can’t seem to get away from the stuff. Purple Rain sounds like the title to a lovely song, doesn’t it? Wrong! I headed out the door for one last trip to pick up supplies for my guys, who were leaving soon for the deer woods. “Wonderful day”, I thought, as I stepped out onto the sidewalk. The sun shining through the leaves of the huge sycamore next to the house appeared dappled on the walkway. That refreshing sight was instrumental in the first mistake I made. I forgot to look up.
Halfway to the car, I heard it coming. Down through the leaves, the unmistakable sound of rain. Realization hit that the sun was shining and the tree was full of singing birds. In that instant of hesitation, “Run to the car, or back to the house?” I sealed my fate. “Awww, shit!” I cursed, as in unison the entire flock pooped Purple Rain from their breakfast of poke berries.
SOME DAYS, NO MATTER HOW YOU SLICE IT, IT JUST AIN’T YOUR DAY