Friday July 21st, I watered the plants in my office, just like any other Friday. I was working at my computer when this plant:
Which used to hang here:
Directly above me, fell right on my head. The hanger broke. I let out a yell that brought everyone in the office running. It was quite the sight. I had mud in my hair & ear. My left shoulder was covered, as well as the front & back of my shirt. There was a pile of mud on my carpet. All I could do was laugh. Cathy cleaned most of it up while I shook out my shirt and cleaned up my chair. I was planning on leaving early anyway, now it wasn't by choice.
This event, in and of itself, would be considered a freak accident.
I got some strange looks walking to my car and filling up at the gas station. I was a mess.
I hopped in the shower when I got home. I had to wash my hair twice to get all the mud out. I was sitting on the shower floor, shaving my legs when, the fingernail brush (you know, the ones that have a brush on one side and a pumice stone on the other) fell off the shelf and on my head. I looked up and said out loud "Whats with dropping all this shit on my head?!" Am I so psychically challenged that whoever is trying to get my attention feels it necessary to dope slap me?
This morning I was working at my PC again when an odd sound caught my attention. I looked up at this picture,
That hung here - over my bulletin board:
The picture dropped an inch onto the top of my bulletin board and proceed to fall forward, directly towards me and my monitor. Instinctively, I jumped up and grabbed the frame before it connected with my monitor. Another shout out brought everyone running again. This picture has hung there for 3 years or so and hasn't been touched since it was put up.
Upon further inspection, we discovered that one of the screws attaching the hanging wire to the frame just pulled right out.
I'm having trouble dismissing these events as coincidences.