It’s a strange day. Waiting for the elevator in the lobby of my rent paying job, was a man dressed in very nice black slacks and a gray, skin tight Under Armour shirt. I guess it matched if you go by color alone but I doubt it would hit the Garanimal standard. I opted for the stairs. Three flights later, I swiped my security badge to unlock the palace door and was immediately entrenched in U2’s Beautiful Day and a petite Asian man belting out the chorus. A beautiful day indeed.
It wasn’t until I scanned Facebook and read the endlessly unoriginal comments, that I realized it was Friday the 13th. Perhaps this has something to do with the strangeness of the day which had yet to get less strange. I ran into my boss who was dressed like someone who couldn’t decide if he wanted to be in Grease or a Frankie Avalon movie and went to a meeting which usually has a double digit attendance level to find only three people. In the absence of the meeting owner, I was asked to run the meeting which I am nearly certain had nothing to do with the lack of participants. Meanwhile, a odd back splash from the kitchen Kuerig stained my white sweater and our DBA is eating macaroni and cheese on a bagel.
All of these oddities cannot be Friday the 13th happenings. According to Facebook, encountering a hockey masked serial killers should be the only out of the norm occurrence. There can only be one plausible explanation. I have woken up in one of my multi-verses. I spent most of yesterday weaving in and out of déjà vu and although many dispute the connection between déjà vu and string theory, I do not. Today I am in one of my multi-verses. It’s the only possible option for the oddities of the day, which of course are not oddities here. The only question now, how do I get back?