The Curse of the Nubbed Carrot.

Today was an off day. Incorrect. Today became an off day only after the discovery of a nubbed carrot in my small Ziplock bag. The following events are based on true incidents - names may have been changed to protect the emotionally scarred victim of The Nubbed Carrot.

Liranda Mee found a nubbed carrot in her lunch today. It was a peculiar little thing...much too peculiar to eat. So, like any other normal girl, she decided to save the nubtastic thing. Unforunately, a series of miserable events followed soon after.
1) She forgot her wallet at home. Thus, she had to break the $100 dollar bill she was suppose to deposit to buy the $8.00 charcoal. 
2) In an effort to stuff all $92 dollars into her backpack, she forgot her charcoal at the store.
3) Somewhere in the process of walking from the Duck Store to Gerlinger Hall, Liranda hit metapose and had hot flashes during the entirety of her Body Sculpting class. This resulted in a puddle of sweat on the floor which made it really difficult to maneuver around, not to mention awkward when everyone else was probably wondering how such a small girl can make such a large puddle during a not so hard workout.
4) Red Bra. No, that was not a typo...I did in fact mean to write 'Red Bra'. What I did NOT mean to do...was have it fall out of my backpack onto the floor of an all guys' house for almost two hours. Nothing screams red more than an intimate article of feminine clothing against a black backpack. On a side note, I am still currently pondering whether or not there was a connection between the incident with the red bra and how unusually friendly the guys' cook was to me.   
5) In the process of writing this post, Liranda Mee was hit by a swinging door.

Superstition tells us that bad things come in threes, but when a nubbed carrot gets thrown into the mix - there's no telling how many unfortunate events will occur. Word of advice? If you find a nubilicious carrot, hold on tight, strap on your bra seatbelt, and prepare for a wild ride.