Threes

     I've heard it said that accidents happen because a rule was broken. I've also heard that bad things happen in threes. Well, it's most likely true.
     Last week on our journey home from the office, the bus was rather crowded. Jay said there was a guy who kept bumping him, it seemed like he was having a hard time balancing. But what is new about that? The balancing act on a moving bus is having people bumping into you as the driver uses accelerator and brake at unpredictable intervals. I brag about how well I can balance on one foot now. When Jay got off the bus he said his pants "didnt fit right". He checked his front pants pocket and discovered that his wallet was missing. Yup! Pickpocketed by an "unbalanced" thief. We cancelled three credit cards, his Utah driver's license and temple recommend are gone, as well as about U$100 cash. The hardest thing about all this, besides feeling violated and foolish, is that we have no source of income till we get replacement cards in about three weeks. The rule is that you dont carry all that stuff around, and you keep your wallet in your suit jacket breast pocket and you dont open your wallet in public.
     One of our missionary sisters was visiting in our apartment and made a comment, "Boy, your refrigerator sure is noisy!" We hadn't paid attention to the noise, but had noticed that the stuff in the freezer was rather slushy. And it got slushier and slushier over the next two days. We had it looked at, and it has died from lack of compression. The missionaries in the apartment building next door offered to let us use their fridge and we are grateful. Most of the food, however, was already beyond salvaging. I'm not sure how we broke a rule here. Maybe listen to what your appliances are trying to tell you, or when your popsicles arent sicles anymore, there is something wrong.
     Today we took the bus home. At the second bus stop the usual dog who lives there was sitting by the bench. I reached down to pat her head and she bit me on the hand. I have a half-inch gash in my left hand just below the pointer finger on the soft pad of my palm. We went to the missionary doctor as soon as we reached Temple Square. He cleaned it, applied antibiotic cream and covered it with a bandaid. Then we started the rabies series. They dont hurt, and it is a series of four shots in the arm over a three week period. I broke the rule of never petting a strange dog.
     Now, for the bonus. Today someone came to inspect the gas in our apartment. He says the stove is bad because if you turn the knob the wrong way, the fire goes out, but the gas continues to run. I guess now we will get a new stove AND a new fridge.
     SOMEBODY TELL ME THIS IS ALL!!!!!!!!!!!  I didnt have to travel all the way to Chile to get a dog to bite me...