When the Improbable Happens
Wednesday, July 8, 2009 at 10:25AM 
I know we have all been in certain situations where you look around and say to yourself: “How the hell did that just happen?” Most of the time the situation usually doesn’t leave you in a good mood afterwards.
For example, you are walking down the street and it is a bright and sunny day. You feel good; the streets are a buzz with people. You look across the street and notice a pretty girl smiling your way. You think she is smiling AT you so you smile back politely. You finally get up some courage and begin to cross the street, you take one step off the curb and a car flies by and soaks you with water from an unseen puddle.
How the hell did that happen? It is freaking bright and sunny out.
Or you pants are baggy and loose and you go to sit down and they rip in half, exposing your Santa Claus boxer shorts, which were the only pair remaining in your closet, because you are too lazy to do wash.
(Neither one of those happened to me, I was just saying.)
This is similar to seeing a really smoking hot girl with a complete dork/tool and you wonder to yourself “How did that douche bag land that girl?”
For all of the girls out there; that would be the equivalent to the man of your dreams dating a completely skanky ho.
I digress.
Well today I had a series of events that are subtle, but each led to me asking what the shit just happened?
Traffic Luck
1)The summer time is great for one thing in the city, easing the traffic burden. I was running a little late and I take a street that has about 48 thousand stop lights in a two mile stretch of road. I have never driven on this street and not hit a flurry of red lights. This morning I drove all the way into the city and caught a serious wave of green lights. It was like God was smiling down on me. It instantly put me in a good ass mood. Then I realized I was heading to work and God just got me there quicker than I wanted to.
Radio Luck
2) During that quick ride into the city, I had probably the best music listening streak of my life. 100.3 plays old school rap for 12 minutes straight and I caught every minute of it. They played a mix of beats that got me going in my seat. It was awesome, then a commercial came on and I put on another station and they played My Part of Town by Tough Crew. I was on top of the world. That song ended and they played Do you Believe by Cher (crazy to go from an old school rap song to Cher, but they pulled it off). I am a huge closet fan of that song. I arrived at work. Damn.
Pepsi Luck
3)I was thirsty as shiznit so I stopped at the 7/11 by my work. I was trying to stay inside that 7/11 as long as I could. I was dreading coming into work. I scouted the soda isle for what seemed like 87 minutes. I found what I was looking for: a Pepsi Throwback, which is made with all natural sugars. It was supposed to only be out for a limited time, and I can’t find it anywhere, so when I do, it is like the Christmas morning feeling coupled with the feeling of arriving at an Eagles tailgate and cracking open your first beer, it was magical. I bought them out of the Pepsi Throwbacks’, they had four left. I left the store and headed to work. I was still missing something.
Vending Machine Luck
4)I started up my computer and waited the 72 minutes for it to boot up, so I gazed through the Daily News and headed over to the vending machines. To my amazement, someone left a packet of Peanut Butter Tastykakes dangling from section C1. It was so close to dropping (I am at work, so I couldn’t do the mad shake of the machine, even though I wanted too). I only needed something residing in B1 that 1) I would want to buy and 2) had enough weight to drop down and knock the Tastykakes from C1’s massive grip. I slowly looked up from C1 and noticed that in B1, a pack of fudge pop-tarts stared me in the face. All I needed was a $1.10. I only had a buck. I checked the change slot to the vending machine, nothing. I bent over and looked under the vending machine, and I found a quarter. I giggled to myself. I quickly put the money in and selected B1. The pop-tarts came out of the slot and knocked the Tastykakes out of C1’s grasps and they both clanked to the bottom of the machine. I almost creamed in my pants, I was so happy. I ate them both in about 2.3 seconds, now I feel sick to my stomach.
How the hell did that happen? I think I just need to settle my stomach with four Pepsi Throwbacks; that should do the trick!
Reader Comments (4)
Anytime I find a 5th Avenue candy bar(or a Clark bar even) in a convenience store, it's a much welcomed "how the hell did that happen?" moment.
Jamie Kennedy is improbable tapping that hot JLH. But it's because he is rich and famous - that's all. But i hear you on the traffic luck - that is a great way to start the day.
If you time it right when there is no traffic you can go take Ridge from the Andorra Shopping Center to the 3rd 7-11 (by Shurs Lane) without hitting a red light. It is like a little slice of heaven.
I was on Ridge Avenue and didn't hit a stop light until I got down to the Wisahickon Bus Stop. I was cruising!!!