Kids, the other day Fate laughingly inserted a tiny, but particularly spiky, pineapple into your Grandad’s rear end.
And, as usual, it was because I’d gone out of my way to do something nice for someone.
And, as usual, I was in a hurry, running late and didn’t need the distraction of having another problem to deal with.
And, as usual… it was all my own, stupid, fault.
Long story short, I’d taken the only recharging cord for my new phone out of my home. I never do this because I don’t have a spare and didn’t want to lose it.
I took it to a store to print some photos off my phone, and a couple of hours later, when I went to recharge my phone, discovered it was missing.
Of course, my spare cord didn’t fit the new phone’s socket.
Why manufacturers do this is beyond me? We have one type of electrical wall socket, not seven. We have standard sizes for bolts, clothes, bottles and shoes, why can’t we have one type of recharging cord?
(By the way, what you just read was the very heavily edited version of what was going through my mind as I tore my car apart looking for the chord.)
Taking a break from dismantling my car’s interior, and mindful of how little charge I had left on my phone, I called the store and was placed on hold for a long time. Eventually someone answered and immediately hung up on me.
Not so long ago I would have wanted to punch holes through my walls in frustration. These days I tend to think ‘Oh, I am so going to blog this!’
Then I went through my mental checklist:
- Were all the people I cared about safe and well? Yes.
- Was my life in danger? No.
- Was there beer in the fridge? Yes.
- Excellent! Take a deep breath and carry on.
So, I repeated the time (and battery) consuming process of calling the store again and, after a lengthy search, the salesperson returned to cheerfully inform me my cord was officially ‘missing’.
I asked if they sold that type of cord and was told, “Probably,” then they hung up.
So, I puttered back to the shop, mentally bracing myself for another life lesson in disappointment.
As I pulled into the carpark I spotted my mate Donna and stopped for a chat. She’s always doing, or just done, something interesting and today was no exception. Eventually the conversation got round to what I was doing at the shop and I told her my short, and boring, cord story.
She reached into her glove box and produced a cord, “Here, have this one, I have three more like it at home.” Stunned, I plugged it into my phone’s socket and it fitted, as she knew it would.
“I’ll pay you for it,” I stammered.
“Forget about it!” she said; several times, because I kept insisting.
Eventually we wandered into the store, and there on the counter, where I’d left it, was my cord. I tried to give Donna back her cord, but she said, “Keep it, you’ll probably need it later.”
She was right.
Kids, I’ve written before that stuff happens.
All you have to remember is this:
- Fate, God, Buddha, The Universe or Whatever, isn’t out to get you, and quite frankly, they don’t care. Get on with your life.
- Try your best to think of your problem not as an annoyance, but a chance to test your resourcefulness and how to react appropriately. Top Tip: Don’t punch holes in any walls.
- Better yet, your problem may give someone else the chance to help you, to let them shine, to return a favour, to repay a Karma debt or to feel useful. Let them do it. Let them know how grateful you are.
And they’ll feel just like you will when you’re given the opportunity to do something nice for someone else.
And, trust me, that’s not a bad thing at all, even if it does come with a small pineapple.