The Truth about "Murphey"

Everyone knows about Murphey's Law. Many people believe that Murphey intentionally stalks and haunts them. Some KNOW that Murphey is always watching them. And a very few are lucky enough to actually MEET Murphey, to recieve undeniable proof that he exists and is sentient. I am now one of those few.

Last night, at around 10:00, life couldn't have gotten any better. I wasn't on top of the world, but absolutely nothing had gone wrong in almost 3 months, and a LOT of things had gone right (a great Christmas, Pat's visit, getting $100 off our rent, getting a new job, etc...). Needless to say I was riding pretty high. I needed to get some milk and other groceries, so I went out to my car at around 10:30 to head to WalMart. I saw two tow trucks patrolling the Arden Villas paking lots, and while my brain decided it was good, since I would be gone while they were checking tags, some voice inside my head kept warning me that sooner than I'd like my car was gonna get towed. I ignore it, fill my tank up with gas, get my groceries from WalMart, and head back home. When I arrive, there are ZERO parking spaces open. I mean NONE. And I'm not the only one driving around in circles looking either. I drive around for a while, getting a little worried because the milk is getting warm, when I finally see an empty residents space. I figure I'll hop in there temporarily, counting on the parking lots to empty out later that night (it's now about 11:15) so I can grab a visitor spot (which is where I belong). I go back outside at midnight, look for a visitors space, still no luck. Alright, I'm thinking I'll give it one more whot after I get outta the gym, and if that doesn't work, I'll park off AV property. I'm not too worried at this point, the annoying little voice has gone away, and I already saw the tow trucks making their rounds earlier. So I go and work out, some back outside just before 1am, and guess what? No minivan.

It doesn't surprise me somehow, and I'm not worried so much as I am frustrated... I'm figuring it'll cost me about $200 to get my car back. So I go inside and start researching the City ordinances about towing, what the maximum fee is, what additional fees there are, etc. I go to sleep, wake up the next morning and contact the towing "company" (it's just a guy with a cell phone renting space at a car care center), and he tries to charge me almost double what the law allows. We haggle, he backs down. Now I walk to work, ask permission to go fetch my car, walk home, fetch David, drive to the towing location, and lo and behold, the towing guy isn't there, but my car is. Luckily the car care people are nice enough to listen to my story and "sell" me my car back... I brought along a copy of the ordinance, so it isn't hard to prove to them that the max I should have to pay is $100, since it's within 24 hours from the actual tow. Short story short, I pay the $100, get the van outta it's cramped parking space on the first try, and drive to work $100 poorer. I'm disappointed about the money, since that comes straight from my moving funds, but I'm happy to have gotten off so lightly.

Now that it's happened tho, I realize that the voice in my head that was mocking me ('cause it wasn't really a warning... more of a taunt) must have been Murphey, which proves without a doubt that he exists, and is sentient.

The rest of my day has been great :)