When was the last time you spotted a tattoed Indian? Everybody else is sporting their ink, especially in summer. While a few years ago it was just a tiny symbol on the shoulder or the imfamous "butt-antlers" a lot of people nowadays look like an emergency solution to what can only be described as a gloabl art supply shortage. So how is that related to the bucket list?
Serendipity. With most items on the list I'm responsible for making it happen. However once in a while I like the universe to surprise me. When I was living in New York I claimed all that was missing for me to become a New Yorker was to bump into Woody Allen or Sarah Jessica Parker. This added a little bit of suspense to some walks around Manhattan but soon I forgot about it. Until the day it finally happened: Sarah Jessica Parker and Mathew Broderick casually strolled past me. Here's the ultimate reason the universe likes those kind of games and jokes: I didn't see her just anywhere. It was on 7th Avenue which is also known as Fashion Avenue.
So the next planned happy, totally pointless accident will be to spot a tattoed Indian. The day I do will be likely very confusing for my victim and hilarious for me. It will also be a moment of gratitude and a wink to the heavens. And if the guy or gal is game I'll post the picture right here.
What has serendipity done for you? When was the last time you had a tongue-in-cheek moment with the universe?
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