The bus is late on your first day at work.
"Common but fun," he says with a smirk.
A drawer full spoons when you want to cut bread.
"It isn't ironic, it was me instead."
A broken lace when you're in a rush.
"I love that one." His voice but a hush.
"You try and you squirm and you rush to and fro.
You make it so easy, don't you know."
Then he dances and glides and away he does fly.
His reason for being? We just can't say why.
He strikes when he wants and his word is law.
Whatever we do he always has more.
Be he a devil? A force? Or a god?
We just can't escape that mischievous Sod.
Fate, such as it is, can often times be a funny thing. Barely a week living in my new home and I discover a friend of a friend has moved in next door. A happy little coincidence. Now when I say funny I don't particularly mean humorous; I tend to find lots of things funny in a interestingly odd way. Rather than get angry or startled over some things, I get curious as to why they happened at all. Sods Law being the best example of this sort of thing. So it was that the mischievous being known as Sod got up to his old tricks again.
A month to the day of signing for my house keys and living it up in what my flatmate and I have dubbed Tall Tale Tower, Sod zipped in and sucker punched me. Rent, bills, food, personal savings, all this hinges on getting the regular wage. A hinge that broke when I got laid off from work. A month to the day.
It amused me.
While my colleagues got suitably riled up over losing out on work, I remained perfectly calm and attempted to hide the kink in my lip so as not to smile crookedly as their and my financial security was swiftly floored like a Jenga tower. It's not that it was a surprise, since anyone who lives on top of rocks instead of under them knows how poorly the economy is doing and all that nonsense. It amused me that such a thing would happen at the moment my earnings took on an importance beyond "What do I want to buy next?"
Just like how a thing breaks the day after the warranty runs out, or how you always see that damn sock yet it vanishes when you try to pair it up, Sod, fate, chance, call it what you will, is far more amusing than irritating.
