Star-Crossed, Hapless And Unfortunate
But What Can I Say...that's Right, Nothing
My non poem, poem about the things that I don't say
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For the most part, dogs are pretty selective about where they choose to poop, based on a combination of things, including scent marking, comfort preferences, and even their perception of the Earth's magnetic field.
Using their keen sense of smell, they assess the area, sniffing out potential spots, (targets) and proceed to mark their territory. Some dogs even exhibit a preference for certain surfaces, it's aesthetics prompt it to return, time after time, sending the message to the other "bitches," that this prime piece of real estate now belongs exclusively to them.
Apparently, so does the universe. And..I, well, my life, has apparently been designated as its prime location. Yeah, it's where the galaxy gravitates to, to defecate.
Yeah, you're welcome.
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Back in November of last year, my daughter's car was side-swiped, (hit and run.) After all the repairs (new doors, new trim and a new paint job,) switching vehicles between us to accommodate the situation, she was happily reunited with her "newly" refurbished 2002 Toyota, in March, 2025.
Yesterday, she hurried out to move her car, avoiding the parking ticket game. She managed to secure herself a nicely shaded spot to covet for a week or so, until the next round of musical chairs, with cars, begins again. (A big city thing) Do you see where this is going?
Sitting, not so securely, under the rarely experienced shade of those beautiful trees, she found herself, victim to the brunt force of a popup thunderstorm, that literally COVERED her car in shade.
Newly painted car with new doors, now without windows and a sunroof that is now capable of letting all of the elements in. Yes, yes...no one was hurt and that is huge, but really?!
And what can you say? "Awww, that's too bad, honey, sorry about your luck?) No, you say nothing and wait to see what insurance says...holding your tongue because, what good would saying anything do?
But this, this is my internal perspective and thoughts on it all.
THIS.... is MY life.
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That is definitely very bad luck. Good job in writing and sharing.
You say, well, shit, and call the insurance company, because what else can you do. well shit
Sorry to hear that. I know many around here who lost power and still haven't got it back on and saw quite a few fallen trees. Luckily none hit us. Most sorry of all that you gotta deal with the insurance racket. This one's definitely not your daughter's fault! Hope they pay up promptly!
Oh damn. The universe throwing some shade. Sorry, I'll let myself out.