there's something wickedly fabulous about situations in which absolutely everything that could possibly go wrong does. it's almost too perfectly beautiful-- that fate could be so well-scripted.
i'm dealing with a certain man of a certain age. he is to be in a certain city with some damn dishes to deliver a special speech tomorrow. we've known this since june, and though i'm a pretty optimistic gal, even back then, as the project was being doled out onto my plate, my first thought was: catastrophe!
but this is more than a self-fulfilling prophesy. it's akin to watching a movie you've seen a thousand times and laughing just before all the jokes. you are prepared. you can see it coming, in all its awful hilarity.
therefore it was no surprise when this certain man would espouse beliefs along the lines that "if you break a plate, you become more dangerous than anything on 9/11." when five days ago he forgot that he was giving a speech. when friday he refused to bring the damn dishes. when yesterday it took a three hour phone call to bring him back around. when this morning, we realized he was going to be asked to gate-check and would pitch a fit.
and thus, it was absolutely no surprise at all when his flight was cancelled.
the road to inevitable disaster is paved with many laughs.