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Water Development
Yesterday at the farmers' market, I stepped in a large puddle. Bother.
On the way back, I stepped in the same puddle. "You'd think I would have avoided it the second time."
The third time through, according to the rule of threes, I would have successfully avoided it - and then someone would have ridden a bike through and splashed me, or I would have stumbled and fallen into the ocean - getting wet was inevitable. So we cut through the Ferry Building and avoided the area entirely.
I should have known that Thalia, the patron Muse of comedy, is not so easily thwarted. We sat down for dinner, I picked up my full water glass - and knocked it over, spilling water onto my feet.
On the way back, I stepped in the same puddle. "You'd think I would have avoided it the second time."
The third time through, according to the rule of threes, I would have successfully avoided it - and then someone would have ridden a bike through and splashed me, or I would have stumbled and fallen into the ocean - getting wet was inevitable. So we cut through the Ferry Building and avoided the area entirely.
I should have known that Thalia, the patron Muse of comedy, is not so easily thwarted. We sat down for dinner, I picked up my full water glass - and knocked it over, spilling water onto my feet.