Shitty Wishbone Omens

February 17, 2010

If I was very superstitious I would be pretty bummed right now.

So we roasted a chicken a couple of weeks ago.  When I stripped the carcass, I set the wishbone aside to dry so that we could wish on it later.  My dad used to do this when I was a kid.  The way this little ritual works is that 2 people make a wish, then each person wraps a pinkie around one prong of the V-shaped wishbone.  When you both pull, the wishbone snaps unevenly, so that one person is holding a shorter piece, and the other has a long piece with the knob from the middle of the bone still attached.  The person left holding the big piece is supposed to have their wish come true.

This afternoon I noticed the forgotten wishbone and figured it was dry enough.  The boy and I made our wishes, held the bone in our pinkies, and pulled.  Instead of breaking like it was supposed to, the bone broke into 3 pieces and the middle knob went flying across the kitchen.  We were both left holding short pieces of bone– the losing, “wish denied” pieces.

“Fuuuuuck,” I sighed.  “I think that was a bad sign.  Uhh…  Did you by any chance wish we would find jobs?”

“… Yeah,” said the boy.

“Me too.  Dammit…”

So it’s official now.  If there is a God, he probably hates us– Or his divine plan just happens to require the two of us to spend our lives as bitter, washed-up losers.

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