my life is a seinfeld episode. does anyone else get this feeling? for instance, i recently graduated from college and my mom threw me a party. i left some of my gifts at her place and got them a week later. she had them nicely piled like she usually does and i grabbed them and left. in the pile was a golf hat, likened to some golfers, i don't golf so i decided to give it away as a present to my roomate's father who is an avid fan. he rewarded me with 25 year old scotch and a long night of conversation. two days later, my 32 year old sister calls me and tells me that the hat belonged to her boyfriend of about three months who had forgotten it at my ma's place after we were all pretty wasted. she tells me that he won the hat in a tournament and it means a lot to him. now, i have to go and get the hat back from my roomate's father who practically treated me as his own son upon receiving the hat. he has already added it to his collection of golfing hats which he has hanging on his wall. well, what to do? the hat. gotta get the hat!
seinfeld stories make up my life so i guess my life is NOTHING. does anyone else have these sort of things happen to them. i'm sure.
jimmy