Snippets

Potential House Fire Avoided:

Sunday, Greg and Heather came over to do their laundry, as per usual. Greg was pulling the clean laundry out of the hamper to fold when he discovered a nylon stocking, tangled and wedged in the tightly packed clothing. He yanked the pantyhose and after a few tugs he lost control of them. The elastic stocking went flying up and hit the light fixture and stuck. As he walked over and retrieved it from the chandelier, he yelled, “Heather, I tried to light your socks on fire! I failed.”

Distracted Week:

After work on Tuesday, I exercised my 19th amendment right and then went to an appointment. As I was sitting there chatting with my doctor, I touched my ear and realized was missing an earring. “Damn it, this is the second earring I have lost this week!” I removed the lonely bit of silver from my ear and stuck it in my purse. When I got home that night I walked upstairs to my room, began undressing and glanced at the dressing table where my earrings were sitting this morning. There, gleaming up at me, was the “missing” earring. I had walked around all day without anyone mentioning to me that I was only wearing one. Are people polite? Unobservant? Apathetic? I don’t know. It doesn't say much for me, though.

Out of Place:

I went to buy a hard drive at the BYU bookstore this morning. As I approached the aluminum and glass that composes the entrance of the Wilkinson Center, I came across a black, furry blob that turned out to be, upon closer inspection, a feral cat stretched out in front of the door. It (I respected its privacy) looked at me like I had no business being there; undaunted, I reached down to pet the surprisingly soft fur. It began to purr then after a minute of petting, it bit me. Lately, that seems to be what I get for trying to be nice.