The White Chair
When I lived in Dublin, once I wished for a white chair. It appeared on my doorstep the next evening and I found it when I came home from my walk in the rain. Last night I wished again for a white wooden chair, and I found it as I walked home from the wrong bus stop. I had to hobble cos I'd a huge blister on the sole of my foot that had just decided to burst, but I didn't care. That I was happy must have shown on my face because people kept greeting me on the street and a lovely pair of men smiled and laughed and turned to watch me hobble past.
Sometimes wishing for something small is worthwhile because you just might get it...
posted by Green Glass Beads @ 23:18
3 Comments:
Careful what you wish for: I wished for someone to love, my wife wished for a husband and got me – we were divorced 17 years ago, she got the cat who just died of old age, happy and fat he was, probably a better husband than me.
Of course, wishing for a white chair isn't as likely to go as wrong as wishing for love.
Yeah be careful what you wish for. One time, I wished for a white chair, and I got a BLACK chair. It was horrible!
But in all seriousness, I just read this, and I find myself amazed by it. What are the chances of that? I wish for small stuff all the time and I've never found it on my doorstep! haha
Maybe you have a secret stalker who does all this stuff for you.
Anyway, though I don't know you, I find myself suddenly convinced that you have good luck. And I mean that as a compliment.
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