I should have known better. I just HAD to do it. Yesterday, I spoke with a friend about the possibility of going to Applebee's this Thursday. It has been a few weeks since our last trip, and they make a really nice burger. Thursday seemed like an arbitrarily good day for the event since there won't be a weekend crowd there, and Friday is part of the Lenten no-meat tradition.
So what happened? Today I find out that one of my friend's (who usually goes with me to Applebee's on these trips) mother's siblings has been diagnosed with an inoperable brain tumor and may shortly expire. I really just don't get it. It kind of started as a joke, but lately it seems like every time I so much as externally communicate a desire to go, something increasingly bad happens.
Yes, I know it's all pure coincidence, but it still sucks.
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