||[Mar. 26th, 2010|02:24 pm]
Misfortune stalks me. You doubt me? |
Today, at lunch, instead of going out with my colleagues, I went to test drive a used car.
Halfway through the test drive...it broke down. The guy the dealership sent to get us, got in a car accident on the way, so they had to send another guy. So a quick test drive turned into an hour and a half ordeal.
Desperate for something to eat, really, really fast, because I have a deadline to meet today, I go through a drive-through. I decide that today, dammit, I deserve fries. I forget to look carefully at the fries when I eat them, and manage to bite into the salt packet. I, of course, in a fit of frugality, passed on the combo with soda, as I would just get a drink when I got back to the office.
Those back spasms that I have carefully been holding at bay with judicious amounts of muscle relaxants, stretching and meditation...they have given my precautions a big giant "F-YOU, I'M AN ANTEATER!" Go ahead, google it -- without the edit; it's one of my favorite pictures of ALL TIME. Because I love anteaters. And adore the attitude. From an anteater. Plus, no one has made a "F-YOU, I'm crippling back spasms!" poster.