Angry with Murphy.

I'm sure there is a reason why Murphy's Law is called Murphy's Law, but I really can't be arsed figuring out the history of it. All I know is that whoever Murphy is, he needs a swift kick in the rear end.

I don't particularly like Murphy much.

I spent today with my grandma, who I love to bits and think is absolutely gorgeous. I'm only off work for a few more days, so when she asked if I could spend some time with her, I agreed. I drove the thirty minute distance to her place to pick her up, then drove us another forty minutes to our location for lunch; a cute hotel near the Nepean River, towards the Blue Mountains.

(See the second gazebo at the back of the picture near the trees? That was our spot. Now can someone please explain how I got sunburnt arms whilst sitting in the shade with sunscreen on?)

Anyhoo, we began the drive back to nan's place after lunch, and had cruisy traffic all the way there. I even made sure I left early, so that I wouldn't get stuck in the after-work peak hour freeway traffic; do you see where this story is headed? The first five minutes were smooth sailing cruising, I was singing along to my Ipod and enjoying the ride home with virtually no traffic.

Along comes Murphy, bringing all traffic to a halt just around the bend. Turns out there had been a car accident, so the three freeway lanes ended up being one. I settled in for a long haul of crawling along at a snail's pace, grumbling but feeling generally okay; let's face it, I hardly had anywhere else exciting to be. I figured I'd just put the Ipod on shuffle, and bop away the minutes.

Turns out Murphy had other plans for me, because my Ipod? It froze. It's done that exactly once in the almost two years I've had it, and I knew there was a way to remedy it ... but do you think I could remember what to do? Instead I resorted to cursing at it, pulling it in and out of the car-kit, holding down random buttons, waiting for it to magically fix itself, banging it repeatedly against my steering wheel and shooting it filthy looks.

(None of those worked, in case you were wondering.)

After being forced to listen to the radio all the way home, I pulled into the driveway an hour later, yanked it out of my car-kit and guess what happened? It unfroze. Of course it would right itself when I didn't need it anymore.

You anger me, Murphy. You, me, carpark, bring it oooooon.

NB: I suppose I should remind all that this post was written with my tongue completely in cheek, if it wasn't otherwise apparent..


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19 comments:

Heather (in Scotland) said...

Whata nice girl you are, taking your Grandma to such a nice place for lunch.

"You anger me, Murphy." LOL. :D (But no wonder, what poor timing.)

Lia said...

FYI, Murphy was a VICTIM, not a bad guy. They called it "Murphy's Law" because of all the unfortunate things that kept happening to him. And he was in the army (don't remember which one), which lends itself to much worse issues than being stuck in traffic.

Ree said...

Well, at least you didn't make the IPod innards become outtards like Mr. Hot did. :-)

Kristabella said...

Damn you Murphy! And your stupid law too!

natalie said...

I had a dream last night that my ipod broke- the screen shattered and the weird battery configuration (???) had gotten messed up so I was trying to put the batteries back in the specific pattern they belonged in (I know that batteries don't go in and out of ipods...it's a dream) and I had to watch a certain selection of Chris Angel MindFreak to figure out how to hold my hand to get the batteries to go in right. Also in my dream- my first love (thanks a heap Sarah Says...) and all of the insecurities of highschool.

Laurel said...

Oh man... traffic + no music = NOT fun!

Darn grandmothers and their bonding time!

Michelle said...

ugh, mine freezes all the time and I HATE IT. so annoying. and i agree - Murphy and his stupid law suck.

Noelle said...

Oh, I would be so mad! Especially if I couldn't get good radio. I hate being in traffic without good music.

Julie said...

DAMN YOU MURPHY!!!!!

grungedandy said...

Hey Murphy is my foster brother you all leave him alone! LOL, as a lot of Irish people are often called Murphy & the Irish are always the but of the "English man Irish man & the Scottish man jokes (note the poor Welsh aren’t even mentioned) we have always used “sods law”, so as not to offend or patronise my Irish foster brother (plus of course all the other Irish people out there & those with the name Murphy)
It is defiantly annoying, but you just wait till you come here, then you can experience the joys of “London driving” or more like London sitting in a traffic jam & paying £8 for the privilege!
Anyhoo I’m off to bed now

Seeya hugya

*G*

Erin said...

That Murphy! Always causing all kinds of trouble!

Kelly said...

Murphy sucks... for sure...
Like the time I lost my phone charger for a week... and my phone died... and then I paid $30 for a replacement so I could use my phone again, and then my original charger turned up within THIRTY DAMN MINUTES of coming home with the new charger!
Gah!

angela said...

My iPod does that exact same thing every once in a while. And don't even get me started on my (non-working) iTrip.

mcgee said...

booo murphy's law. at least you had a nice lunch with your grandma at a beautiful spot!

Lisa said...

That sounds really bad, but you know what I mean.

Lisa said...

I'm bored so I'll join you. I'll hold, you get him good in the groin.

Virginia Gal said...

On the positive side, at least you weren't in the accident.

I tend to live by the rule "If it can go wrong, it will go wrong." Then, when something actually goes right, it's a nice surprise!

Leslie said...

I'll get you Murphy! And your little law too!

I have an Ipod docking station in my kitchen and it is demon possessed. If I wanna listen to something while I clean up or cook, you better believe the sound is going to inexplicably going to go out and waste at least 10-15 minutes of my time while I try and figure out what the deal is. ARG! I feel your pain Aly!!

lisa said...

i keep my firend jimi's number in my cell phone for emergencies like this. he has bailed me out many a time with the magical unfreezing formula.





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