Ohhhhhh. Ok. Actually, I only tell you guys SOME of the weird **** that happens to me. I don't even
try to tell people about some of the crazy **** that happens to me. Much of it just isn't believable.
What I'm told is the weirdest thing is how calm I was about it. My wife told that I was so matter of fact about it that she thought I was in shock or something. I called her and I just said, "Hey, it's me. The car exploded. Can you come pick me up?" In retrospect I suppose that is something most people would get in a tizzy over. No, it's just something that would happen to me. The **** doesn't even shock me anymore. I figure it's the same reason why ER physicians don't hurl when someone comes in with an arm loped off.
On the flip side, I can be incredibly lucky, too. Usually whenever something bad happens, something equally as bizarre happens that puts me further ahead of the curve than before the bad thing happened.
For instance.
+
+ ME
=
HOWEVER...
+ ME...and underhanded brilliance.
=
+ $2000
So, basically...using algebra...Fire and a '98 Buick = a non-burning '05 Ford and $2000 dollars.
Excellent. I suggest everyone catches their Buicks on fire. Worked out great for me.
The only bad part is that I'm one of those weirdos that own two of the same model car...albeit different generations. Oh well. I'll deal.