It was Friday the 13th but I wasn’t worried. I mean, everyone knows it’s a bunch of superstitious nonsense. C’mon, what’s the worst that could happen? Fate, that sadistic bitch, laughed hysterically.
Still believing this was just another ordinary day I pulled into a 7-11 convenience market parking lot for a badly needed caffeine fix. There’s nothing scary about a 7-11, right? Did I mention this particular 7-11 was in a seedy part of town? One look at the graffiti decorating the walls and sidewalks should have discouraged me. But, oh no, I needed my fix.
The second I stepped out of my car a scrawny dude wearing a long black trench coat and carrying a really big stick sprinted towards me. OMG! I’m gonna die. My heart pounding, I scurried inside and smiled at the nice armed security guard. This was my second clue that I hadn’t stopped at a “normal” store.
I headed for the coolers and realized the scrawny dude had followed me. Practically glued to my back side, he gushed, “I just love your fingernail polish.”
Say what? I gave him a polite smile and power walked to the cash register. Unfortunately, he was still glued to my backside. “Seriously dude, you’re invading my space.”
His response? “Where did you get that fabulous polish?”
Was this some kind of cosmic joke? “Uh, at JC Penney’s. Why?”
He giggled insanely. “Oh, I just have to get me some.”
“Okay, bye-bye.” I ran out to my car and locked the doors. Whoa! Talk about freaky weird.
A block down the street my tire warning light suddenly popped on. Thump. Thump. Thump. I pulled into the only remaining full service gas station left in area and yep. It’s flat and is that a spoon sticking out of my tire? The attendant nods. “Yes ma’am. That’s a spoon.” What are the odds of that happening?
Should I risk a trip to the supermarket? I was out of chocolate and nothing stood between me and my chocolate. Not even a few freaky coincidences.
I walked confidently into the store, got my shopping cart and strolled down the aisles. I checked my shopping list and reached for a quart of low fat milk. There was an ominous snapping noise as the front clasp on my bra broke and out popped the girls. Did I mention I’m well endowed? Too well endowed to ever go braless, plus my girls were starting to migrate south. Not a pretty sight.
Okay, the stock boy ogling my chest didn’t seem to be traumatized in the least. In fact he was downright enjoying the show. I shoved the cart at him, clamped my purse over the girls and fled the store. I might not be a superstitious coward but I knew when to wave the white flag. Fate had won.
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