The Bad Luck Thread
I feel like my luck has been terrible lately. I will give two examples that happened on consecutive nights.
1.) I was in the kitchen with Dustin and he started tickling me which is never a good idea because I go INSANE in a bad way. I hate hate hate being tickled (unfortunately he loves loves loves tickling me.. It seems mean but I hate thing I love to do to him that he hates... such is life) and I started trying to hit him or chop his arm or something to get him off me in the stupidly narrow kitchen and I threw my fist into the underside of the counter SO HARD that I started crying because of how badly it hurt (I can not think of a time I have cried from pain.. um.. ever) and now the bone is bruised.
2.) I was cutting ginger with a small knife (We ruined the big one opening a coconut... oops!) and I jabbed my pointer finger really deep AND sliced my thumb. I also started crying, but mostly because I was frustrated with myself for injuring my hands two nights in a row. Also probably because I am PMSing. Boo.
I feel at least a small part of your pain, Hespy, I despise being tickled.
I think being tickled hurts.
Literally.
Sorry, hespedal!
Here is my bad luck in the past month:
1) I left my gym bag hanging on a hook on the back of my apartment door. When I shut the door, apparently the bag swung and tripped the lock. This is the one of the two locks that is so old it doesn't have a key. It was 9pm. I waited 1.5 hours for the locksmith. She had to replace the entire thing. $250.
2) Computer stopped working. For no reason. Just went blank. Best Buy couldn't fix it. Had to send it to the manufacturer.
3) After making the phone call to the computer manufacturer from my car--I locked my keys in my car. I don't have AAA. Called same locksmith. The same girl helped me. $90.
This all happened after I broke a large mirror. Since then, I have broken three other mirrors by accident. This cannot end well.
About a month or so ago, I returned from walmart with a ton of groceries. I go to unlock my apartment door and my key broke. It completely snapped in half. I couldn't go to the office to get help because I'm not on the lease. My ride had to go and I was stuck waiting for my roommate to return to let me in. I found humor in it though. I kind of have to with all my luck.
I guess last Tuesday was pretty shambolic but that was mostly me being useless. My headphones did break though, when I had to walk all the way up the main road to go to the bookshop. Didn't enjoy that walk one bit :(
This is more like a kick-yourself moment, and a while ago, but:
My computer's optical drive stopped working (CD/DVD thingy), and I couldn't find anyone savvy enough to help me replace it. I found some excellent instructions online, and ordered a replacement. Of course, since I needed to see the instructions on a computer to fix my computer, I went to the computer lab at school to fix it. I thought I had everything I needed, got halfway through, and came upon the part of the instructions that said to lay the logic board down on a soft cloth. I had nothing on me except my hoodie, and I was all in a rush because I was about to miss dinner at the dining commons, so I used the hoodie. I finish the process, and put it back together. And it won't turn on. Turns out, you're not supposed to put a logic board on polyester fabric because the static charge can destroy it. The hoodie was polyester fleece.
And I missed dinner anyway.
In sum, my computer died, I bought a new one (WITH the applecare insurance stuf), and will never attempt to fix a computer again.
fb, i'm impressed that you tried to fix it. awesome!
and yes, tickles=hurt.
Hespedal: I absolutely hate being tickled, unless it's just sort, insta-tickles. If the tickling lasts longer than 3 seconds, it's painful and panicky... like you can't breathe.
My recent bad luck:
1.) I had to leave the theater to go to the emergency room, because, for no reason at all my heart started beating at around 200 beats per minute and wouldn't stop.
2.) At the hospital, I realize the person (friend who was with me) whom I had given my wallet to in the theater as I was rushedly leaving and dropping all my things, had lost my wallet--with my insurance card in it.
3.) Even tracing everywhere we went, searching the parking lot and the theater and asking theater people who had cleaned up the next day if they found it, my wallet was gone. It had a TON of personal information in it, driver's permit, social security card, two debit cards, etc etc. Lost. Great.
4.) After a period of time and calling police departments, public sanitation (the people who clean the roadsides), etc, etc, I couldn't find it, broke down, put a freeze on my ability to take out loans or make other large purchases, put on a credit watch, and bought a new wallet.
5.) Within a week of buying my new wallet, it was stolen. Fortunately, no ID in it since I hadn't replaced any of my ID, but I lost $15. And I couldn't get a bus ride from work back to my college, where I was supposed to meet to eave for a required field trip. I called him and explained, and he picked me up. In his truck. We rode back to campus in silence. Awkward.
6.) Finally, after coming to terms with never getting my most-recentl wallet back, I bought a new wallet. Literally two hours after I pay $20 on a new wallet, my friend says we should go check at the theater to see if they've found it and just not called me, even though I left a description, my name and all my contact info. We go over. They ask me a ton of questions... and then walk out, with my wallet. Apparently they locked it in the safe and forgot to call me. They found it two days after I had to go to the ER.
That's my story.