So I am having some problems sleeping I fell asleep earlier trying to read then woke up about an hour ago. Now I have done some dishes, caught up on a friends blog, checked my e-mail, saw how many people have apparently absentee voted on facebook (since the poling places are not open until 7 am), and have now decided to write some more.
So as I was reading my friends blog, there was a funny story and in part of it she asked why things of that nature always seem to happen to her. I think we all have moments like that about certain types of things. Whether you are the kid who always trips over everything (me), knocks things over in public, have things spilled on you or spill on others or yourself all the time, have really bad luck, have really stupid things happen all the time (again me), car constantly breaks down (I used to ALWAYS lock my keys in) or whatever it is, I feel like people have patterns. One of mine is having really stupid things happen to me all of the time.
So back in high school I was on the swimming and water polo teams. I really liked the water and hanging out with the friends I had made on the team. They assigned us all lockers in sections based on the team you were on. The swimmers all had the area by the showers, the soccer team was on the opposite side from us near the hand dryers (I only remember because I talked to some of them) but all of the teams were bunched off. All of the regular PE lockers which were smaller were scattered around the locker room. They tried not to put anyone other than swimmers under the swimmers lockers because our stuff would drip and get theirs all wet. For the same reason we kept our stuff in our gym bags and left them on the pool deck where we could watch them. Plus that way we didn't have to unpack and re pack all the time. Each year during water polo season they checked us out a bag that had our corresponding number on it in the school colors to keep our stuff in. I still think it was funny that I was 9 and one of the girls I spent the most time with was 6. This is relevant to the story. I will get there in a minute.
She and I also both loved Old Navy and were about the same size. We both had the same pair of dark rinse boot cut jeans that we wore all of the time. I think I may have had at least three pair. I was really excited that year because the jean places had started having "long" available in most sizes of pants so I didn't have to wear "high waters" anymore. Anyone who saw the long would have known they were mine. Or anyone who can tell the difference between a 6 and a 9 on a bag. So one day we were out swimming laps like any other day. The boys were in the pool too and we were all harassing each other like normal. Well apparently my friend and one of the boys were bugging each other a little too much but I wasn't really paying that much attention.
So practice was done and we all went and showered and I would take forever and was usually one of the last ones out because I would take my time and talk and brush my hair, sometimes under the hand dryer until it was dry and straight. So the coach had already locked the pool deck and taken off because there were still other teams there so we weren't alone. So most of the team had left with the exception of a couple of us. I was just about finished drying off and going to get dressed when I looked in my bag and realized my pants were gone! I was freaking out! I couldn't leave with no pants! I was just a sophomore and didn't think about driving home in my towel and a shirt to get pants before our Mock Trial meeting. So I start yelling about my pants and one of the girls starts laughing and tells me that the boy that my other friend was going back and forth with got ticked and threw her pants on the roof! Apparently that boy didn't know the difference between a 6 and a 9 or anything about "long" pants! But wait! I remembered the coach had also already locked pool deck area! I then had to put my towel around myself, with my top on and run around campus where most of the other teams had just been released, (including the wrestling and football teams!) to find security to unlock the pool deck to get my pants! In later years I would just go home that way because I was just going to shower at home anyway and didn't care, but being forced to while trying to get your pants off the roof when you still do care is not ok!!! Random crap like this where all things have to be just right are what I feel like happen all the time in my life. The kind that make you go, "how the.... what.... who.... ugh!... *sigh*... fine."
Well off to try and sleep again. We have another 10/12 today.
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