The end of November: A nail in my tire.
This past weekend: Random dark furniture in my lane on a 55mph road, resulting in swerve n' spin fun.
Tonight: A flat tire. At random. Sans nail. Really just because.
So thus, I surmise the displeasure of the automotive gods.
However, my own personal watch-
The nail in the tire? Found by a mechanic before the tire actually went flat.
The furniture in the road incident? Nearly best possible outcome of no injuries and no major damage.
The flat tire tonight? Noticed before leaving the parking lot, and subsequently rescued by the ever-dashing
I swear, this reminds me so much of the fairies in Sleeping Beauty, with the bad one throwing a nasty curse and the good ones tempering it as best they could.
Automotive Gods: DOOOOOOOOOM! Such DOOOOOOOOM! We rain DOOOOOOOM upon your puny head!
Automotive Gods: AGAIN with the DOOOOOOM!
Automotive Gods: Doom? Doom?! Dooooom, tra la la!
Automotive Gods: ::glower:: We'll get you next time, Gadg- ahem...