I’ve mentioned my Mother’s superstitions in the past. Most of them were stupid (like if a bird flies into a window, someone in the family will die). The most common superstition was that bad things happen in “threes”.
Yesterday was a “3 bad event day” (as petty as they may seem). First of all, my wristwatch puked. I bought it one year ago with a five year promise on the battery. I replaced the battery immediately but now the date display is screwed up for some reason. That was annoyance No.1.
Second, I turned on the water on the kitchen sink. It is a single control faucet that moves freely side to side. I heard a clunk and the water stopped running. I think I have a 10 year guarantee and it broke after 3 years. What the hell is going on? Annoyance No.2.
Third, I took the car in for oil change. The cost was not supposed to exceed $50. I signed an agreement to spend up to $50 or they needed to call me at home. I picked up the car and the bill was $134. The Service Manager showed me a dirty “cabin” air filter. It is the filter that all outside air coming into the car passes through. It was filthy. The exact quote was “we didn’t call you because we figured you would have wanted us to replace it”. The nagging question is “did I get stung”. Maybe the filter wasn’t really from our car and it was just used as a reason for charging us a higher price. How should I know? I rationalized that even if they had called for authorization to replace the air filter, I probably would have approved. Annoyance No.3.
On top of all that, we have a mouse in the house. I trapped one early this week but when I went into the “back part of the basement”, a little black varment scampered along the wall. I need to borrow somebody’s cat. I know little critters come inside as it gets colder. I will win this battle. Hey that was annoyance No.4. Maybe my mother wasn’t right afterall. Could it be that all bad things happen in fours?
Cold weather is setting in. Halloween promises to be cold and windy. It could lessen the visiting, candy grabbing witches and gobblins (as cute as they may be).
Love,
Dad