Tuesday, August 25, 2009
Murphy's Law, again?
According to Wikipedia:
Murphy's Law: The perceived perversity of the universe has long been a subject of comment, and precursors to the modern version of Murphy's law are not hard to find. For example, in 1841 a newspaper in Norwalk, Ohio printed this verse (a parody of famous lines in Thomas Moore's Lalla Rookh):
I never had a slice of bread,
Particularly large and wide,
That did not fall upon the floor,
And always on the buttered side.
My version of an example:
Yesterday, after leaving a lovely time at the Philly Beadfest, armed with my friend Susan Nestor, we were loaded with suitcases and headed for NYC when the accelerator on my car was no longer connected to the gas pedal. I was going fast enough that I had momentum enough to negotiate over to the side of the road and stop, conscious of the possible view to our right, a corn field WITH deer in it, I stopped.
First call, AAA. "No, sorry, we can't pick people up on the turnpike, you need to call a 'sanctioned' tow company". Tow company #2 arrives and tells me that I will need my registration so "why don't you get it out now, before we load your car up". At this point I am trying to wire a repair possibility near Maplewood, NJ, where my in laws live, up the road 100 miles. I have my registration in hand, along with a map, pen, talking on the phone and who knows what else and a gust of wind whips the registration out of my hand, (we are parked on an overpass) and it flies out of my reach and floats like a feather down like a cartoon. Truck #2 took us up the road a bit, dropped us where AAA could find us.
We hooked up with the AAA truck which took us to the Maplewood area and to a repair place where I left the car, got a rental, took Susan into the city, abandoned our plans for a fun filled shopping day and cruised on home...a 12 hour adventure. Still haven't heard from the repair place...but I needed to get home as I leave again at 6 AM tomorrow. This is my part of the story.
When I called to tell my husband of the circumstances he tells me that his chain saw just totally seized up, while trying to get 3 cords of wood 'processed' for next winter and that he was off to the dentist.....fast forward ....the dental report, "sorry, Michael, you need a SECOND crown on that tooth"!
Got to go to work. Felters Fling, here I come!