I was sitting in church today waiting for Mass to start when a tiny little fly of some sort started buzzing about my head. I think it was a fruit fly (it was that small) although I didn't see any fruit in the church and therefore have no idea where he came from. Anyway, he was making good use of his 24 hours of life (if he indeed was a fruit fly) by just generally making a nuisance of himself. Around and around and around he flew; in front of my eyes, under my glasses, by my mouth until finally...yep, right up my nose.
UP. MY. NOSE.
What are the odds of this happening? I mean inside God's house (which, incidentally, has screens on all its windows)? I know it's not exactly a catastrophe, but I'm betting it doesn't happen to that many people on any given Sunday. Or maybe at all. I really should be playing the lotteries daily because apparently I have spectacular luck. I'm just waiting to be hit my lightning. Surely that must be next.
Someone should really tell God he should invest in some Raid. Or at least ban bananas and other fruit fly delicacies from church property.
Anyway, I snoofed the fly out as inconspicuously as I could and he didn't bother me again after that, if he indeed survived the trip.
Actually, I was a little worried that he'd flown up further into my head (he was so small I didn't actually see him leave) but a little while later I saw woman a few rows up swatting at the air space near her face. I can only assume it was the fly's attempt to make it up nose #2.
I sat there wondering if there was any cosmic meaning in the fly taking a nose dive, as it were, but couldn't find any reason at all. I guess it's just dumb, stupid, bad luck.
And that I'm all too familiar with.
2 comments:
You did keep your poise however, which is VERY impressive:)
Oh my God! I'm laughing too hard at this!
But I do know what you mean about the luck and the odds. Steve and I say we're going to go to Vegas with our streak. One in a million sounds good if we're talking a money prize.
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