Saturday, 8 November 2014, Jaisalmer
This morning, Pati and BeeBee were standing at the edge of a narrow street, listening to their guide describe the architecture of a building across from them. There was a telephone or electric line just above them, and a number of pigeons using it. Suddenly, BeeBee felt something on her shirt. She glanced down and saw a small white clump beside a button. She asked Pati to look also, and he confirmed another small but direct hit on her shirt, which she, fortunately, could not see. "It will dry," she said, "and then it will just scrape off." At least it wasn't in her hair.
A few minutes later, as they were sharing a narrow spot with other tourists and motorcycles, BeeBee felt her arm jerk backward. A passing motorcycle had snagged her sleeve on one of its projecting metal parts and was taking the sleeve with it. She quickly pulled free and checked her arm and sleeve. No skin was broken, and the sleeve was intact.
At this point, she remembered the childhood saying "bad things happen in threes." She began to wonder what the third bad thing would be. Stepping in cow poo, perhaps? She really hoped not! Even knowing that it was silly, a small worry nagged in the back of her mind.
Then, as they were walking down another small street, it happened. There was yet another cow taking up most of the street. BeeBee walked by cautiously. The cow flicked its tail, hitting BeeBee squarely in the back, but leaving no mark and no pain. The third bad thing. It was over.
This morning, Pati and BeeBee were standing at the edge of a narrow street, listening to their guide describe the architecture of a building across from them. There was a telephone or electric line just above them, and a number of pigeons using it. Suddenly, BeeBee felt something on her shirt. She glanced down and saw a small white clump beside a button. She asked Pati to look also, and he confirmed another small but direct hit on her shirt, which she, fortunately, could not see. "It will dry," she said, "and then it will just scrape off." At least it wasn't in her hair.
A few minutes later, as they were sharing a narrow spot with other tourists and motorcycles, BeeBee felt her arm jerk backward. A passing motorcycle had snagged her sleeve on one of its projecting metal parts and was taking the sleeve with it. She quickly pulled free and checked her arm and sleeve. No skin was broken, and the sleeve was intact.
At this point, she remembered the childhood saying "bad things happen in threes." She began to wonder what the third bad thing would be. Stepping in cow poo, perhaps? She really hoped not! Even knowing that it was silly, a small worry nagged in the back of her mind.
Then, as they were walking down another small street, it happened. There was yet another cow taking up most of the street. BeeBee walked by cautiously. The cow flicked its tail, hitting BeeBee squarely in the back, but leaving no mark and no pain. The third bad thing. It was over.
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