Shlemazel

I flew a thousand miles to escape the Florida heat and enjoy a few warm, verdant days in the mountains. I arrived to cloudy, overcast skies and endless rain. There was even a midnight thunderstorm here, and I am chilled to the bone.

Instead of staying in a hotel, I opted to rent an apartment through Airbnb. It’s a second-floor walkup. The kicker is that I have to be exceedingly quiet and respectful of the cancer patient living in the first-floor apartment. Seriously? This was supposed to be my escape from cancer.

That is the true essence of shlemazel:  being the one who gets dumped/spilled/shit upon.

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