It often makes me wonder when my eyes take in something that seems to contrary to the facts at hand.  When I say contrary to fact I truly mean something that is opposite to what my brain expects like, for example, seeing a hairy, beefy, smelly, biker dude and instead of his bulky arm pumping an impish tattoo he instead has angel tattoos or an arm that reads, “mom.”  I just can’t imagine the hairy biker dude sitting down to his mom’s lace tablecloth and enjoying a quiche while discussing celestial beings.

Another contrary incident is walking in a pastry shop and finding a skinning baker.  Is that even fair?  How about showing up at a new dental office and the dentist has crooked teeth.  I know he or she is not an orthodontist but aren’t all these characters in cahoots?

Imagine a visit to the Department of Motor Vehicles and the instructor giving you your driving tests says, “park right here next to my car, the Ford Taurus.”   Then, when you pull next to the blue Ford Taurus and perfectly park your car, you discover there are more problems with the instructor’s car than in a math class-dents on the fender, dents on the doors, and cracks in the windows.  Sure, some of those dents could have been someone else’s fault but probably not all of them.  It just seems ironic.

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