The white tiger strikes again.
Before I even get to writing about my adventures this past month, I have to tell you- the white tiger is really out to get me.
Supposedly, this year (the year of my zodiac animal) is supposed to be very very very very bad luck, and on the very first day of the new year, boy, did the tiger strike. (I’m imagining that popular childhood poster of a tiger leaping out of the picture. haha.)
On our way down to NYC today, about 20 minutes into the ride, John and I collectively got our first flat tire. And you know how it happened? There was a random metal sign post that made its way in the middle of the highway. Awesome.
About 15 minutes later, we decided to get off an exit to get some Wendy’s to celebrate the victory over our first misfortune.
Two hours later, as we approached the G.W. Bridge toll plaza, I realized I didn’t know where my wallet was.
Out of curiosity, I texted the google gods for the phone number of that Wendy’s, got on the phone with the manager and asked him,
“Hi… I was wondering… did you happen to find a brown wallet with an embroidered buffalo on it?”
And wouldn’t you know it- it had dropped out of my coat pocket in the restaurant. Damn. Tiger strike #2.
So, thanks year of the tiger. I look forward to seeing what bone I’ll be breaking this week.
Hy Huynh
