I (might) have a special ability.
I have this uncanny knack for being in the wrong place at the right time.
On more than a few occasions, I have been in a place that shortly thereafter, is the site of unpleasantness.
One time, it was a stabbing at a business in the same parking lot where the kids and I had been picking up diapers at a drugstore, not a half hour before.
Another time, it was a machete wielding robber at a hair salon where my son had just put a hairdresser through the wringer, a mere 5 minutes previously.
I didn’t intend to go to that store. I meant to go to a drugstore that hadn’t been in that location for at least 5 years. But I got mixed up. And settled for that store. I left maybe half an hour before the roof fell in.
You can accuse me of magical thinking, or rampant narcissism, but I think they’re valid questions:
Do I have a prescient ability to avoid disaster?
Or am I a harbinger of chaos?