By now, my faithful readers will sense a theme running through many of my ramblings. It is that everyday items – things we use routinely – are often out to get me. I know this sounds implausible, but it is in fact true. The incidents are just too many and too frequent to be explained in any other way. Oh, I know some nay-sayers will attribute it to sheer coincidence or even personal clumsiness. Not so, I contend. We all think that inanimate objects don’t have feelings, desires, that they’re not feeling rejected when we put them in the basement or set them out at yard sales. Not true – they’re nursing grudges and plotting revenge. They’re telepathing instructions to something else I’m about to use. Continue reading “Inanimate Objects Thwart Me”
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