For anyone who has not heard of Murphy’s Law, here is the “authorized” definition from the Web (which, of course, means it is utterly true and reliable): http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/murphy’s+law, noun:
the facetious proposition that if something can go wrong, it will.
Also called Murphy’s First Law. Origin: Americanism; after a fictitious Murphy, allegedly the name of a bungling mechanic in U.S. Navy educational cartoons of the 1950s. So now you know.
Murphy struck again. I have a little plastic car. It is cheap, but reliable; old but trustworthy; not beautiful, but dependable. When we had it repaired (read re-BUILT) after someone hit my husband, the body man did not replace one of the taillights that had a rather small chip knocked out of it. He did not replace it because even though it was damaged, the damage did not appreciably affect the performance, so he figured it was just fine, even though it does not look pretty anymore. The other taillight was just fine, being on the other side of the car from where the impact occurred.
We park our car on the street. This is because the one garage that my apartment building has is occupied by my landlord’s vehicle, being that he lives on the second floor just below us. There is no other secured storage, so we park in front of our building and hope for the best. Well. Right.
One morning last week, as I left the house at 7:30 am to go and pick up my carpoolers for work, I discovered that someone during the night had hit? backed into? broken? the taillight: not the already damaged taillight – oh, NO…..they smashed into little, bitty pieces the taillight that hitherto was undamaged. Of course. Murphy.
Now, instead of replacing ONE damaged taillight, now we get to replace TWO. Dang Murphy.