Why Am I Cursed?

Because I am. Perhaps it's because I don't believe in a god or gods. Maybe I should become a priest and molest children in order to rid myself of this curse.

But the Fates have it in for me -- I swear. No matter what I do, I cannot thwart them.

Witness the evidence: you have a polarised plug and a small, dark space in which to insert it. Of course you can't see which side is the big side, let alone which input is the larger. What are your chances of getting it right, first time?

Mine: zero. Even if I hold the plug and then think: no, this time I'll do the opposite of what I was just going to do! and switch the polarity, it turns out that the first way I had it was correct. The same goes with USB cords. No matter what you do, it's always going to not be the right way the first time.

As for waiting in lines at the supermarket . . . I'm utterly and totally cursed. It does not matter in THE LEAST which line I choose or how many people with how much stuff are on it, I will always get, as I did today, the middle-aged woman with only 12 or so items who had a COUPON FOR EVERY ITEM, wanted to buy a week's worth of loto tickets, and paid in change.

By the time it was my turn, the bagger had given up in disgust and was collecting carts, the manager had come around to get a cash count on my register and I stood in line for FIFTEEN MINUTES with 8 items.

Why didn't I choose the Express lane? Because if I had, the lane I DID choose would magically have morphed into a swiftly efficient line of people paying with cash, no coupons, no change, an efficient cashier and a bagger.

THAT'S WHY.

I hereby pass my curse on to ALL OF YOU in the hopes that by some voodoo I will rid myself of this horrendous fate.

I will keep reposting this cartoon until the curse is gone