I have been known to start the day in unusual ways. Last night I spent the night at a friend’s house so I could drive him to the airport. I woke up this morning to the sound of dishes being done, feeling groggy. While squeegee-ing my eyeballs with my eyelids and still lying in bed, I started scrounging around on the floor for my clothes. My hand fell on a shirt and a sock.
I sat up and looked around for the rest of my clothes, but I couldn’t find my other sock. So, I put one sock on and then stood up. After pulling my pants on I looked down to zip the fly. Lo and behold! The missing sock was hanging out of my fly, dangling perfectly.
It’s the insignificant, random occurrences like these that make me think, “Damn, I love my life!” I just wish my friend had video surveillance installed so I could watch a replay in third person.
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