Stranger than fiction
Every now and again I am reminded that my waking life is no less fraught w/ weird stuff than any story I write. Examples this week include:
1. The 70 year old guy replacing our kitchen sink has a handgun tucked into the waistband of his pants. No he's not a cop or a detective or a bodyguard. Yup, I'm pretty sure it's majorly illegal too.
2. I disabled my knee while stuffing papers into a three ring binder. Actually the disabling bit came when I fumbled the binder and it struck my knee (pointing metal teeth open all the better to grip my cap of course). What are the chances?
3. Today at work there was a flashing light behind the "do not use" door in my office. My boss peeked his head in and said, "That always happen?"
"Nope," I told him.
"Must be the laser," he said.
Probably.
Okay, upon review, not that strange, but it's been a tame couple of days. My point is that writing about dolphins talking about God seems a whole lot less improbable when you look around you and think, "Huh. I forgot the monkey's head was by the back steps."
Here's hoping your week is weird, in a wonderful way.