Fate is trying to tell me something!

Pass me the explosives laden Hello Kitty duffel please. It's in the overhead bin-laden.

I've been having weird luck when running my errands of late. I finally got off my ass to go to the post office for my passport and when I get there on time for my appointment, they make me wait. And wait. When they finally invite me into the secret passport room, check to be sure I have an appointment, and then have me sit down, they proceed to tell me that they're out of film. Ensuing is a completely unnecessary circular discussion ("We're out of film, you can go to Wolf Camera or Walgreens which are really close, take photos and come back." "I don't have time for that, plus I want to do everything at once to avoid screw ups." "Sorry, we ran out of film today but you can go to Wolf or Walgreens and come back." "I DON'T want to go to either place, I don't like them. Plus, the reason why I made an appointment today is because it's when I have time." "We're out of film and don't know when we'll be getting more, so you can go to Wolf or Walgreens and come back." Pause... "How about I come in another time?" "Sure... I think we can do that..." to myself in my head while postal employee starts writing slowly on a giant desk calendar, "Holy christ almighty Rosemary's baby in a bonnet!") So I'm rescheduled for next Monday and leave to my next errand.

I went to renew my membership at 24 Fitness and what should have been a 30 second transaction stretched out to 10 minutes. It just so happened that on my credit card transaction, the receipt machine runs out of paper. So that of course puts into motion events which include at no extra charge: managerial expertise called to the scene, several changes of receipt paper, voiding my original transaction, and then finally doing another one. I burn off some calories and stress by furiously pedaling up a sweat on the elliptical machine.

Today I went to Costco with a nice digital shot of my own doing for the passport (in your face no film post office!). Along the way I purchased three items: a giant Pepsi case of 36 cans, a fillet of salmon, and 2 gallons of vinegar (for my vinegar fetish). When I get to the door to leave, the receipt checker notices that I've only been charged for 2 items and I was going to walk out the door with a free giant case of Pepsi! I'm thinking, "Hmm... this seems familiar..." The Costco episode ends with me paying for the Pepsi with managerial help and just catching the one person who could let me out the door before she was going to go on a break (she was "keeping an eye" on my stuff left at the door by wandering off to do something else). I probably would have lost it if I couldn't find her and had to explain to another employee why I was trying to LEAVE Costco.

Basically, I think fate is trying to tell me to do less than I'm doing. I think it's telling me to watch hockey while drinking a strong alcoholic beverage and eating something that is both salty, oily, and oh so crunchy. I'm listening fate! I think I'll go do that right now...

Update: The Sharks won (GO SHARKS :) !!) 5 to 1 against the Oilers and I watched it while eating kettle chips from Trader Joe's and drinking Nigori Sake :D