Why me?

That is often a question I find myself asking ........ my ....... self ...... when situations that are usually reserved for non-productive writing meetings of "Curb Your Enthusiasm," happen to me in real life.

Situation A:

I am applying to Texas State and I needed to have a transcript from ACC sent in to be evaluated. I went in about two weeks ago to ACC and, when asked whether I wanted to have it mailed or sent electronically, I chose the more quick option. I called Texas State on Friday and they still had not received the transcript so I went to the registrar's office today and it turns out that while my transcript was sent to Texas State on 5/18/09, ACC's computers were showing that Texas State received said transcript on 2/19/09. That's right. God hates me so much he has my important documents sent back in fucking time just to spite me.

Situation B:

Luis and I decided to get some use out of the basketball that we have collecting dust in our closet and made our way to the indoor basketball gym at our development. We got there and realized that you need your magnetic keycard to get in, even though it is early in the evening and there are still people in the gym and what-not. Rather than walk back to the apartment and retrieve our key, I stopped a gentleman who was checking out the EVENTS calendar who had his keycard in his hand and was standing about two feet away from us. I asked if he would let us in to the basketball court because, you see, I forgot my card back at the apartment. Never making eye contact, the man said, "Forgot your card huh? I'm supposed to believe that, hmmm?" To which I mentally paralyzed-ly resonded, "Erm, yes?" Of course, the one person I ask is the one dyed-in-the-wool redneck in the whole joint. To my surprise he actually yielded and put his card against the sensor, but when I tried the door it would not open. "Won't open huh," he said, sweat-laden towel around his shoulders. This was the kicker, though. The man then turned away from Luis and I and started slowly walking away ....... down to the second door to the gym (hooray! he is being helpful!) .... around the corner down to his truck (god damn-it!). I understand wanting to keep amenities that we pay for (through rent) only accessible to people who actually pay for them, but what happened to human decency and understanding. I can't replicate it in this medium, but the man's tone implied that he would rather rape and kill his dog than ever forget his keycard. Like leaving my keycard at the apartment was akin to leaving a baby alone in an apartment with a loaded and cocked shotgun in its crib, crawling with acid tarantulas. THIS is why I don't exercise.