“Buses, Keys, and Cupcakes”
I have one unlucky day a week.
Looking back I can still remember last weeks vividly. . . .
My morning started out by waking up late. I didn’t get my morning shower but threw my hair up, grabbed a drink, and flew out the door on my way to class. I then continued to run to the bus stop expecting the bus to arrive shortly. I’m at the bus stop waiting, checking the time, and waiting some more. This goes on a while and I start to think I could have walked by now, as pathetic as that thought was. The bus finally comes eight minutes late which might seem like a short time but not for someone who only had 20 minutes to get to class in the first place. I get on the bus and take an empty seat. Each stop the bus makes seems to slow me down more. However, I start to relax as my stop is nearing. My stop gets closer and then to my disbelief got farther as my bus driver passed it! I hear the bus breaks come to a squeaky stop, “This is now the Gold Loop,” and flips the sign. I had no idea the bus driver could change the bus route. I got off the bus and glanced at the time. “O great!” my class has started. I ran to the building, books clenched in my arms, and drink in my hand. Then sprint up the stairs and spill my drink on my coat and bag. At this point I didn’t even care. I walk into class, sit in the very front row, and let out a deep sigh to myself.
The week before that. . .
I lost my keys twice in the same day.
.. and four weeks ago. . .
I was in the grocery store. I went to get a cart, not even realizing it; I accidentally got two that were connected. I started straight down the isle. Next thing I know I look back to see that the second cart had disconnected and was veering straight for the cupcake table. Let’s just say no one got chocolate cupcakes that day.
These stories sounds pretty dramatic but I promise you they’re true. I can’t predict when the unluckiness will strike but it’s guaranteed. This leads to my belief that I have one unlucky day a week. It may seem like a horrible thing but it’s actually not. I can accept it as long as it is only one day a week. This is because I know the rest of the week will be great. The truth is there are going to be bad days. It’s important to remember that next time you stumble on a bad day that it’s only one out of seven.
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