Last night I was playing hangman with a couple of terribly bored girls and I used the phrase “Woodchucks can chuck wood,” which is apparently a really hard phrase to figure out when playing hangman. Later in the night, one of my friends, who was not with us during the enthralling game of hangman said the phrase, “How much wood could a woodchuck chuck…”
So one of the girls said, “That’s ironic.”
“No, it’s coincidence.” I says, thinking about how badly straight dopers would cringe. I have been tainted.
So, anyway, I have read the past threads on irony and have read dopers posts about people not understanding irony and decided not to go that route… been there, done that. That’s why I put this post in MPSIMS… I need more. I was laughing my ass off going through the old posts. Irony is one of my favorite forms of humor. Share with me your ironic stories.
One of my favorite stories that I read this morning: Right now, as I look out the window to the parking lot, I see an auto glass repair van…
…with a large crack in the windshield.
I turned ninety-eight
And I won the lottery and died the next day
I found a black fly in my chardonnay
And got a death row pardon two minutes too late
It rained on my wedding day
I got a free ride when I had already paid
I got some good advice that I just didn’t take
Who would’ve thought… it figures
I was afraid to fly
I packed my suitcase and kissed his kids good-bye
I waited my whole damn life to take that flight
And as the plane crashed down I thought
Well, isn’t this nice
I got stuck in a traffic jam when I was already late
I saw a no-smoking sign on your cigarette break
I once found 10,000 spoons when all I needed was a knife
And I met the woman of my dreams
And then meeting her beautiful wife (don’t ask)
Here’s one that is ironic. In last night’s Red Sox - White Sox game, Chicago pitchers gave up 12 walks. Every Boston batter drew at least one walk – except for Todd Walker.
So I am a huge fan of The Strokes, they are my favorite band! One day I was on their website checking out when their next tour is and I found out they will be having one March 12th of 2012 in Las Vegas* (which is not so far from where I live)*.
Anyways, for once my mom approved for me to go which got me excited! When I checked for details the text read, “must be 18 or older.” (At the moment I’m 17)
The day after the concert is my birthday… I’ll be turning 18… Guess who is missing the concert… :smack:
If Geggetta ever comes back, even to lurk, I’ll buy the first ten people who point it out a side order of McDonald’s fries (or gift certificate through Paypal, which seems to be the easiest way). I’m 100% serious.
I don’t know if this is the definition of irony or not, but it made us a half hour, or so, late for Thanksgiving dinner yesterday. We were invited for dinner at a relative’s house we had never been to, so I googled and memorized the directions, which were fairly straight forward except that google labeled some roads by their unused County Rd. Numbers which contributed to us missing a key road. For purposes of this discussion let’s say they live on “Whatley-Whitcomb Rd.” off of Rt. 66, but it also turns out that there is a “Whitcomb-Whatley Rd.” off Rt. 66 about three miles farther away that both run parallel to each other. You see where this is going…well we missed our turn and ended up on Whitcomb-Whatley Rd and couldn’t find the house. We called someone else who was already at Whatley-Whitcomb but also wasn’t a native to the area and didn’t realize the existence of the other. They told us to look for them waiting outside next to the houses that all look the same with the Brick Wallls, turns out there were also similar housing developments that “all looked the same” with brick walls" on Whitcomb-Whatley. For a while we thought we were going nuts or had entered the twilight zone or something driving up and down the road looking for the person waiting outside on the phone. Somebody who knew the area better finally figured out what was happening and got us back on the right track. Weird and ironic I suppose.
I’m trying to determine the true irony of my Thanksgiving predicament and I’m not sure… what else would you call it if not ironic, I wonder? Serendipitous parallels of misfortune?
