While many things in life remain uncertain, there are things that I can always count on – and not all of them good.
For example, shortly after I get my car washed and waxed I can expect that any moment the skies will darken and a deluge of biblical proportions will ensue. I often wondered if I could hire on to towns and cities that are in the midst of a drought – all I need to do is locate the nearest car wash and wait for an hour. Shortly thereafter, I would probably be handed the keys to the city – or at the very least be encouraged to run for mayor.
At movies and sporting events, I will undoubtedly end up sitting in front of a hyperactive child or an aspiring Fred Astaire, either of whom almost always feel compelled to try out their latest foot routine on the back of my chair. Or being seated in a restaurant adjacent to a noisy family who hastily begin an argument that leaves at least one sibling screaming at an unbearable decibel level?
The above are examples of what I fondly refer to as “paying for pain.” I could have stayed home without the aggravation and expense.
But what about when staying home is not an option?