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Ah! Stephanie Plum’s exploding cars!!!
(This will make a lot more sense if you’ve actually read the Stephanie Plum mysteries IE ‘the worst bounty hunter in the world’. Her car dies. In myriad ways, not just blowing up. Every book. Sometimes twice a book. 20 books in its become a clear gimmick, but in the beginning of the series it was done very subtly/cleverly, probably just one of those things that developed naturally and grew camp in time.)
The thing is? Yeah. It’s relatable. Because it seems like everyone, or at least most people, have their “weirdo thing” that just keeps happening to them over and over and over. For my mom? It’s the slow line at the grocery store. She is absolutely incapable of NOT being in the slow line. Sure, if she “chose” the slow line, it might fall back on her... but she can be in the fastest line, right up until all of her groceries are scanned... and then the register breaks!!! or the fire alarm goes off. Or the store is held up. No. f*cking. Lie. I’m not certain I have EVER -in over 30 years- seen her escape the grocery store line in under 20 minutes. Whether she’s shopping for 1 thing, or has 2 giant carts, she is goooooooing to be in line, until domesday. She just is. She finally succumbed to ORDERING groceries... and. They. Delivered. Them. To. The. Wrong. House. So she had to spend half an hour on the phone cancelling and resubmitting the order. With the online version of a “cashier”. Bwaaaaahahaha! OMFG. Mom! It’s your grocery curse! (I know. Zip it. Fast & convenient my fat aunt sally. In line at the store, on hold on the phone, same bad music :shifty: .)
I have a guy friend, meanwhile, who might go through a thousand shirts a year on bad years. He simply ruins them. Or, perhaps more accurately, they GET ruined. Now, the ones he pulls off without mindin the buttons (at least buttons can be sewn back on) or just grabbing the T too roughly and pulling? (Even though everyone else’s shirt couldn’t tear without a scissor start, his shred if you look at them funny)... Like my mom not paying attention to line speed, or luck of the draw with whatever doc is free... yeah. That’s setting the stage for Murphy to be AHA! I’ve GOT THIS. :smug: But the fact that if there’s an angry cat nearby, it will launch itself (and it’s claws) at Boyo’s shirt, a waiter with dropsy, the only mud puddle for miles, a faulty radiator, drunk stranger turning his head to puke, motor oil spray, kitchen spray, bird poop... I have seen this bloke change his shirt half a dozen times in a day... more days than I can count. Slashed, burned, ripped, stained, soaked, snag turns into rent, spilled ink, blood, mustard (from someone else’s hotdog)... Boyo’s shirt is going to jump on that grenade and save us all.
Everyone’s got their weirdo thing. Really. It’s not about something being wrong with YOU... it’s just how the universe gets its jolly’s.