every thing happens for a reason...
So, as far as clichés go... this has got to be one of those that tops the list of "excuses for anything"... right? I mean... it doesn't matter what it is, "every thing happens for a reason".
It's the answer for when you drop your toast and it falls butter side down, for when a good man dies too young, for when the earths crust opens up and swallows entire towns... it's just one of those things that is "the answer for everything"...
But today... today... was just TOO strange for me.
I used to ride a motorcycle... I LOVED my bike, it was an old Honda CMT400... the perfect size and speed for me... but in 2002 I hurt my back... and I put it in storage with one of my friends who stored some of his bikes... and in a list of things that happened... I lost touch with said friend.
I'd heard thru the years he'd left town, had a baby, gone to jail... and honestly, as much as I hated to admit it to myself... I'd written the bike off as "lost", and as recently as yesterday was wondering how to notify the DMV that I no longer had the bike.
I was laying around yesterday, not feeling well, making a list of things that need to be done... my drivers license expired on my birthday in February, so basically I'm driving around illegally, I need to get my old car out of my name, since I donated it and the people who took it have never turned in the paper work, and I needed to register the bike, or get it out of my name too...
I was in the middle of putting that list from memory to paper when I looked up at the clock and realized that I was 7 minutes late picking up the Jedi for lunch... so I rushed over and apologized, but it was too late... his attitude was already in "dick mode". Never mind that we weren't even GOING to lunch today... we were going to the damn UPS store so he could take care of yet another one of his stupid eBay transactions... (in the past week we've gone to UPS more often than we've gone to get food... but I digress)...
So when I go to park... he grabs the box from the back seat and instead of walking around the back of the car and STRAIGHT to the UPS store... the walks around the front of the car... past the other car and walks down the entirely wrong aisle and goes "the long way" around the planter in front of the store... I'm soooo not in the mood to put up with this little tantrum... so I decide to sit outside in the sun and wait for him, rather than accompany him inside.
I'm outside... hanging out... the sun is shining down on me... and I look up at a guy walking by, and I pull my sunglasses up to get a better look... and the words just flowed over my lips... "dude, where's my bike!"
Yep... the guy who 5 years ago I loaned my bike to... was standing right in front of me... we hugged and chatted for about 5 minutes... and I can go get my bike, still being stored with his... anytime... he says it still runs and I could ride it home.
I'm so excited... there is NO way I would have ever known how to contact this guy... it's like... CRAZY! Me being late for lunch and pissing off the Jedi... got me my bike back...
And the best part about it... Prince Charming rides too... my summer just got about 10 shades brighter...
It's the answer for when you drop your toast and it falls butter side down, for when a good man dies too young, for when the earths crust opens up and swallows entire towns... it's just one of those things that is "the answer for everything"...
But today... today... was just TOO strange for me.
I used to ride a motorcycle... I LOVED my bike, it was an old Honda CMT400... the perfect size and speed for me... but in 2002 I hurt my back... and I put it in storage with one of my friends who stored some of his bikes... and in a list of things that happened... I lost touch with said friend.
I'd heard thru the years he'd left town, had a baby, gone to jail... and honestly, as much as I hated to admit it to myself... I'd written the bike off as "lost", and as recently as yesterday was wondering how to notify the DMV that I no longer had the bike.
I was laying around yesterday, not feeling well, making a list of things that need to be done... my drivers license expired on my birthday in February, so basically I'm driving around illegally, I need to get my old car out of my name, since I donated it and the people who took it have never turned in the paper work, and I needed to register the bike, or get it out of my name too...
I was in the middle of putting that list from memory to paper when I looked up at the clock and realized that I was 7 minutes late picking up the Jedi for lunch... so I rushed over and apologized, but it was too late... his attitude was already in "dick mode". Never mind that we weren't even GOING to lunch today... we were going to the damn UPS store so he could take care of yet another one of his stupid eBay transactions... (in the past week we've gone to UPS more often than we've gone to get food... but I digress)...
So when I go to park... he grabs the box from the back seat and instead of walking around the back of the car and STRAIGHT to the UPS store... the walks around the front of the car... past the other car and walks down the entirely wrong aisle and goes "the long way" around the planter in front of the store... I'm soooo not in the mood to put up with this little tantrum... so I decide to sit outside in the sun and wait for him, rather than accompany him inside.
I'm outside... hanging out... the sun is shining down on me... and I look up at a guy walking by, and I pull my sunglasses up to get a better look... and the words just flowed over my lips... "dude, where's my bike!"
Yep... the guy who 5 years ago I loaned my bike to... was standing right in front of me... we hugged and chatted for about 5 minutes... and I can go get my bike, still being stored with his... anytime... he says it still runs and I could ride it home.
I'm so excited... there is NO way I would have ever known how to contact this guy... it's like... CRAZY! Me being late for lunch and pissing off the Jedi... got me my bike back...
And the best part about it... Prince Charming rides too... my summer just got about 10 shades brighter...
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7 Comments:
That just kicks ass. Sometimes life leads in may different directions and you end up finding something left behind. Thats so cool.
Hot Damn Tori. That is cool as shit. Talk about Kizmit!!!!
Sweet ASS! You're gonna be one smokin' hot babe on a bike! :D
Take me for a ride!
OMG! How bizarre is that?
Woo Hoo! You're a biker chick!
Eh. You're not pinging!
Denise called you a biker chick LOL! I can see you now...you're like me. All in your pretty sundress with a gorgeous manicure, make up just so...a girly girl biker!
I would soooo be all over a Hello Kitty! helmet. Seriously.
PS: tell whathisname to use ebay with paypal to create labels and call for pick up. Hell, tell him to go priority mail because the mailman will take packages even if you don't forewarn them. He's going about it the hard way.
PS: When are you EVER finally gonna just dump his ass entirely. I don't like him and I'm always right about people...except for my stalkers...those people are fucked up, I don't expect it, hence I never see it coming. Pah. Who am I to give 'people' advice??
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