Posted by AliasN Having managed to ease my irritated hand and navigate the perilous stairwell, I attempted to calm my jangled nerves with a bit of a chuckle. "Ha, ha" (I said to myself) ha. That means that money is going to cross my path" and I proceeded to promptly forget the episode and waste the rest of the afternoon until it was time to leave for the Pub. Some 8 hours later, while dancing to Motown hits (like the carefree, madcap girl I am), I happened to glance down and spy a $20 bill on the dancefloor. I pounced on it like an Oprah Winfrey on a glazed ham. Knowing the orphaned currency would have many who professed to love it (but none so much as I) I clasped it to my bossom and claimed it as my very own. Slowly, through my alcohol-sodden mind I remembered my earlier near-death experience with the coffee-cup! The old wives' tale had come true! Unbelievable! Needless to say I was shocked to my very foundation, and it was a good thing there were restoratives nearby or who knows what would have happened... Has anyone else had an eerie story of this sort? And if so, do tell! AliasN P.S. sorry, I've been reading P.G. Wodehouse again.
on 3/25/2002, 10:14 am
I don't know if you've ever had to walk up a flight of stairs balancing scalding hot coffee when all of a sudden your mug-carrying hand begins to itch like the dickens and you have to try and scratch it while keeping the rest of your body scalded-free and trying not to tumble to your most unnecessary and highly amusing death, but if so then you'll understand the situation I faced on Friday afternoon last.
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