Saved by the hat (hopefully!)

 Well well well.

Of all the days that I choose to be lax with my outer appearance, it turns out to be the day that I get into the exact scenario I have been dreading for a school pick up.

There I was, in the most casual outfit of jeans and oversized sweater hoodie, with the hair all down and smelling of the fried fish from lunch, waiting for the offspring's class to come out. On my peripheral I got a glimpse of something familiar, but which I doubted so I did a double take. I told myself there was a chance it was just my imagination, but a combination of two familiar components turned out to be a high chance. Indeed, it was the nemesis' visage. Thankfully, it was drizzling and it was not odd for little old me to be docked under a black umbrella. 

I should have seen this coming. Did I already forget fate's love of humoring me with their ironic tricks all the time? My only saving grace, if it actually did give me some salvation, was my cherished newspaper boy hat I decided to don at the last minute before facing the crowd. 

Will this ever happen again? Perhaps. But what I am aiming for is that next time, I won't care anymore.