Yesterday morning, my son Aaron, my excellente ex-sister-in-law Deborah, and I walked over to the New Town section of Edinburgh, to try out a highly regarded breakfast spot named “Urban Angel.”
When we got there, we found this:
Due to unforeseen circumstances, we ended up at a fine breakfast establishment next door, with more unforeseen circumstances, including:
Deborah ordering six shots of Espresso and cream and getting whipped cream instead of regular cream on the side,
white AND pink marshmallows adorning a glass of fine Italian hot chocolate,
my foreseenly breakfast-shunning son eating most of his hearty breakfast (except for the more than forty seen beans), and
four unforeseen backpackers at the next table unforeseenly singing German Christmas songs, out of season. When those four seemingly German singers asked us if we had any requests, we then had the unforeseen circumstance of my being serenaded — in Scotland on August 14 — with “O Tannenbaum.”
Other unforeseen circumstances, yesterday, included an extended walk around foreseen Edinburgh, where all the unforseen-ness of the following unforeseen scenes were seen:
Here’s an unforeseen circumstance: I’m going to ask you to guess what all those unforeseen flavors are for, above.
After the unforeseen circumstance of over forty seen flavors at a restaurant, there was yet another unforeseen and un-four-scene circumstance:
Unforseenly, Aaron and I totally disagreed about a Festival Fringe performance of Stephen Sondheim’s Sweeney Todd. While I LOVED the unforseen and flawless navigation of a complex score by all the singers and musicians, Aaron disliked the acting.
Then, we encountered a few more unforeseen circumstances, at this foreseen Fringe Festival venue:
Lote — who was handing out unforeseen flyers outside the world-famous and formerly seen Frankenstein establishment — told us, unforeseenly, that she:
was given the name “Charlotte” at birth,
chose the name “Lote” for herself because it’s Elvish for “blossoming flower,”
is of Russian Jewish descent, and
was convinced we would all love a stand-up comedian who was (1) performing at the Frankenstein in four minutes and (2) a master of punning.
Then, this unforeseen circumstance: none of us enjoyed the foreseen punning of that comedian.
Two more unforeseen circumstances:
My red eye is NOT fading and
My purple hair extension is.
That foreseen red eye may look bad, but it is unforeseenly and completely painless.
Is it unforeseen what music I’ve seen as seemly for this unforeseen post?