Five years ago, almost to the day, I wrote a blog about what it could mean if someone “pulled a Joni.”
I hinted at some possibilities, but didn’t actually want to know the truth. And now THREE friends have called within a week, each one claiming to have “pulled a Joni.”
And guess what they’ve done? Invented a cure for COVID? No.
Rescued someone and saved their life? No.
Built 1,000 houses for the homeless? No.
Here’s what they reported:
They’ve had their oven catch on fire,
One walked into a wall,
And another one illegally drove over a median in the road.
Yes indeed, these are the sorts of things that apparently define me. Now, if someone said they pulled a St. Bob, I suspect it would be one of these:
Got the best parking spot.
Got bumped up to First Class on an airplane.
Won a tennis game after not playing for 15 years.
All lucky, delightful things. Oh—and got married to me. Hey, you know I had to include that.
So what would someone have to do to pull a you? I know—bought ten of my books to give as gifts!