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When Everything You Touch Goes to Hell
How to Navigate Life At Its Worst
Is it just me?
The other day I was in one of the booths I operate in the town I live in. I have three of them, and I sell vintage items, art, antiques — things like that.
I just finished what I considered a fantabulous display of glass items when I knocked over a colored bottle on the top of an all glass shelf. This caused a domino effect down the rest of the shelves — kind of a horror-filled flipping action — and by the time it made its way to a shattered heap on the floor half the items on display were broken.
Well, maybe “half” is a slight exaggeration, but I lost some key pieces and that means money was lost for me, which doesn’t sit well because with the economy like it is right now I’m losing money anyway and can barely keep all three booths going.
But my good luck didn’t stop there!
After all the excitement of cleaning up my personal shatter disaster, I had to run (literally) across the store to go to the bathroom.
Thank God it wasn’t occupied or my bladder would’ve gotten the best of me in public and my humiliation would’ve been complete.
