You know those days when it feels like everyone is plotting against you?
Of course I know that there’s not actually a plot against me, I do, I know that. But sometimes there are just so many coincidences that you have to at least wonder.
Yesterday was one of those days. Now, first you should know that I always get to Bar Method super early every morning because I like getting a very specific spot in the room. Its front row, closest spot to the door.
Now, there is a girl who always arrives super early too, and yesterday she got there before me and sat in my spot.
Fine. She was there first, she deserves it.
I found another spot of course. It wasn’t a huge deal. However, the reason I like my spot by the door is because I need to make a quick exit at the end of class so I’m not late for work. At the end of class everyone has to put their mats and stretching straps back in their designated locations. If you’re toward the back of the room you tend to get held up in the line that develops, which is exactly where I found myself.
Anyways, I scrambled to get ready for work, and made up for the time I lost. However, as I was walking to work through the Common, there was a big landscaping truck driving down the main path. I first came upon it as I was walking down a perpendicular path, and we met at the intersection.
The driver waved at me to cross. Cool, thank you ma’am. But then she turned onto my path, started driving very closely behind me and every time I tried to wave her by to pass me, she would just wave back at me with a big smile.
I suppose she couldn’t have gone around me because there was a lot of other foot traffic going in both directions on the path at that time, but I was doing that weird run/walk thing that you do when you feel like you’re in someone’s way, so I really just wanted her to go around me already to put me out of my awkward misery. You know the run/walk I’m referring to right- it’s a couple quick steps like a jog then a couple long strides like a fast walk.
Occasionally I’d think to myself, ‘this is ridiculous. She could pass if she wanted to’ so I’d slow down, but then I’d speed right back up again, because when a truck drives slowly behind you, you do the weird run/ walk thing. You just do. We kept this up for another quarter mile. At least.
Anyhoozle, once I arrived at work everything was fine for a few hours until I tried balancing my lunch, a couple bottles of water, some mail, a stapler and my phone as I walked out of the office kitchen- because heaven forbid I make two trips- and everything toppled over. Salad went everywhere. I guess that’s not the world plotting against me, that’s just my own poor decision making skills at play. But still. It stung.
I know, I’m complaining for no reason. These are not major issues. And besides, she who gets shot in the back of the head with a squirt gun today, will come back tomorrow armed with an even bigger squirt gun. Ancient proverb.