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Story time!

So today I’m biking to go so Valentine’s day prep stuff; I’m still on campus, I make a turn around a fountain without incident and continue into the flat sidewalk where my bike tire catches on /something/ and it skids sideways.
My purse goes flying out of the basket, /I/ go flying forward off the bike- my aikido training kicks in, I land on my shoulder in a forward roll, and I do a barrel roll unharmed across the grass.

Mind you, all of this in front of a crowd because people are between classes. I dust myself off, gather my shit, get back on, and bike away as if nothing had happened

Story time:

The summer I was fifteen I went to girl scout camp as usual and I brought my books and my little deck of dog cards with me in my luggage (I wasn’t allowed to have Tarot). It’s the first day and being the child that I am at heart, I snagged one of the top bunks in the cabin and was sitting on my roost waiting for the call to dinner. So I decide to do a cartomancy reading and everything starts coming up spades. Like bad vibes, doom and gloom up the shit. Disappointed, I put my deck away just as they ring the bell. As I hop down, I’m thinking “what a piece of shit deck, all I get from you is bad readings”- and just as I do so, my foot lands on my own shoe, causing me to twist my ankle so badly that I cannot walk for a week.

Moral of the story: Don’t diss your deck, it’s just the messenger