I don't particularly enjoy unexpected surprises. That is the reason why I tend to stay away from the haunted house scene at Halloween time. I don't see the point in paying money to have people pop out of the dark and scare you.
Other examples that fall into this category include: turning the corner to find someone walking directly at me, getting into my car and discovering that the seat is wet because it had rained the night before and I did not roll the window (yes, I said roll) entirely shut, waking up in the morning and the first thing I see when I open my eyes is a spider crawling across my pillow.
Don't get me wrong, there are some unanticipated events which are pleasurable, such as seeing someone at the gym who is wearing a pearl necklace and moccasins while working out or going up to the self check out at the grocery store to find that the person who had used it before you forgot their change. The other day I was walking to my office and saw a hair extension lying on the sidewalk. No doubt, that put a smile on my face.
I'll catalog the next one in the "neutral" category because while it wasn't enjoyable at the time, it has made for a good story.
Here's how it all went down:
I was talking on the phone and left my bedroom to get something in the bathroom. I walked out of my bedroom door and looked down the hall, where I saw a bird sitting on top of the ledge by the linen closet. I screamed, which probably made my friend on the other line one step closer to going deaf and told her that there was a bird in the house and that it was probably a good idea if we ended our conversation.
I called for my dad. He asked me how I thought we should get it out...because apparently, I must think like a bird...I instructed him to shut all of the doors except for the bathroom and then to open the bathroom window (mind you, I am barking out these orders from my bedroom, through a one inch crack in the door). Then, he took the swiffer (the dry swiffer, not the wet swiffer or the swiffer sweeper, or the swiffer duster) scared the bird into the bathroom and closed the door. I tapped on the door about every fifteen minutes for the next hour or so until I no longer heard him stirring. I figured he found his way out the window, but let me tell you, using the bathroom for the next week is going to be a little nerve-wracking.
