One Bad Day

I've been riding a string of bad luck lately. It started last Saturday morning. Since I calculated that it was the morning after the high school homecoming, I rode my bike over in the pre-dawn twilight hoping to score big for my found-on-the-ground fund. Sometimes quarters are as plentiful as bottle caps after a big game.

But I calculated wrong. No game. And I got yet another flat tire on my bike which meant a long walk home.

Anyway, I talked Wendy into going out for breakfast, a weekend favorite pasttime of mine. No sooner had we taken a seat when my usually sure-handed missus knocked over a "thirst-quencher" sized glass of ice water, almost totally on my side including my seat.

*sigh*

Later, while driving in the car something buzzed through my open driver's side window and hit me in the head. Figuring correctly that it was a bee, I asked Wendy to see if she could knock it back out the window, or at least get it away from me. But my usually sure-handed missus knocked the bee down my backside and I ended up getting stung in the end. Ouch!

Maybe going on a buying spree would make me feel better. If we used a store credit card at our local Meijer's today, we would get 15 percent off our bill according to our latest statement. So we loaded up on paint supplies as we were planning to paint the front room. Then we bought a new phone, a couple books, some cleaning supplies and other stuff to the tune of about $200. That's a $30 discount!

But when the cashier rung it all up, no discount. Come to find out, we were a week early. Arggghhhhh! Oh yes, we took most of it back for a refund. We're not going to pay for somebody else's stupidity. Well, our stupidity actually.

What a Saturday! And my Michigan Wolverines? Don't even go there. My supervisor, an MSU Spartan fan, said to me on Monday that we Wolverines were guaranteed a better result this weekend. Really? Why? "You guys have a bye this week," he said with a smirk.

Of course, my fantasy football team lost in keeping with my string of luck. So maybe Monday would finally be the beginning of a better week. Wendy and I stopped at Lowe's to pick up our paint for the front room. We wanted the color "sand." The paint guy custom-mixed us a gallon and we took it home.

Then we found out that there were actually several shades of "sand." We had wanted something bright, like maybe the color of the Sahara. Our's seemed more like what you might find at the bottom of the Amazon.

So we ended up taking it back to Lowe's to exchange for the lighter color. We weren't going to pay for somebody else's . . . never mind. Just write it up as more bad luck.