As I walked from the station to my place of work, a newly opened Gregg's caught my eye. I fought the internal beast but lost and I trundled off to buy a hot, delicious greasy unhealthy calorific sausage roll.
Some 20 metres from the shop, I fell over (usually occurrence thanks to my disability) and found myself face first on the concrete. I could not get up and I had to be hauled to my feet and on to a bench by 2 very kind strangers. I didn't cry till they left. I cried because I was embarrassed and because I was hurt and because I had a massive hole in my new work trousers but mostly I cried because my sausage roll was lying on the pavement! I wiped my tears and eventually, felt ok enough to limp off to work. Obviously, I was grieving for my sausage roll and cast a sad look behind me and what I saw was quite shocking! I saw THREE fucking pigeons fighting over MY sausage roll.
So, AIBU to think the universe was punishing me for going in Gregg's? I know just the title of this thread will have some of you hoiking your judgey pants up but truth be told, I had no desire to even enter Gregg's until I became an MN regular.