Freaky Friday... er, Wednesday
While finishing up the unpacking and deciding where exactly it would be best to store my Tupperware containers and fondue pot, I watched an old episode of Buffy. It was one of those episodes where one character inhabits another character and everything goes really weird and nobody can figure out what in the world is going on. Blah, blah, blah.
It made me realize, though, that the same body-switching thing may have happened to me in the past few days.
As evidence, note that I rented a U-haul truck on Monday. I planned excessively. I worried. I showed up 15 minutes prior to my 7:00 a.m. “appointment.” I knew that the success of my move depended entirely on the non-ineptitude of the U-haul corporation and its employees.
And how did the story end? With me being told that I would have to go pick up my rental truck in Bismark, North Dakota? No. With me having to store my stuff in a tent on the sidewalk for two days? No. The U-Haul place was open early. I was helped immediately. And I actually got out of there AHEAD of schedule. Clearly, the only explanation for this strange scenario is that I have switched bodies with someone far more fortunate.
As further evidence, note that I schemed a plan yesterday. I bought new bookshelves while my family was in town, and instead of just throwing out my old white bookshelves, I decided to carpenter them into an under-the-counter shelving unit. I bought a hacksaw. I bought wood. And I prepared to whack off a portion of the shelves and re-format them into entirely new shelves.
Yes, yes. I can hear you-all giggling already. Surely OleNelson hacked off at least one finger (or perhaps a toe) and/or accidentally sawed a hole in the floor. And surely these new bookshelves collapsed under the weight of a single can of tomato soup and hurt OleNelson’s foot. No, his other foot – the one that wasn’t injured by the cell phone.
But amazingly enough, that’s not what happened. The sawing went smoothly. The bookshelves look great. My microwave has a new home.
I don’t quite understand what’s going on, but I am curious as to which lucky soul it is that has taken over my body. Obviously, I am fearful that is may be an Affleck (those lucky bastards). Please watch me carefully over the next several weeks for any warning signs.
It made me realize, though, that the same body-switching thing may have happened to me in the past few days.
As evidence, note that I rented a U-haul truck on Monday. I planned excessively. I worried. I showed up 15 minutes prior to my 7:00 a.m. “appointment.” I knew that the success of my move depended entirely on the non-ineptitude of the U-haul corporation and its employees.
And how did the story end? With me being told that I would have to go pick up my rental truck in Bismark, North Dakota? No. With me having to store my stuff in a tent on the sidewalk for two days? No. The U-Haul place was open early. I was helped immediately. And I actually got out of there AHEAD of schedule. Clearly, the only explanation for this strange scenario is that I have switched bodies with someone far more fortunate.
As further evidence, note that I schemed a plan yesterday. I bought new bookshelves while my family was in town, and instead of just throwing out my old white bookshelves, I decided to carpenter them into an under-the-counter shelving unit. I bought a hacksaw. I bought wood. And I prepared to whack off a portion of the shelves and re-format them into entirely new shelves.
Yes, yes. I can hear you-all giggling already. Surely OleNelson hacked off at least one finger (or perhaps a toe) and/or accidentally sawed a hole in the floor. And surely these new bookshelves collapsed under the weight of a single can of tomato soup and hurt OleNelson’s foot. No, his other foot – the one that wasn’t injured by the cell phone.
But amazingly enough, that’s not what happened. The sawing went smoothly. The bookshelves look great. My microwave has a new home.
I don’t quite understand what’s going on, but I am curious as to which lucky soul it is that has taken over my body. Obviously, I am fearful that is may be an Affleck (those lucky bastards). Please watch me carefully over the next several weeks for any warning signs.
posted by OleNelson at 12:08 AM
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