I believe in Murphy’s law, and so does a friend of mine whose name happens to be Murphy. See Murphy owns a brand new Porsche 911 4S and today he paid to have it transported by flatbed truck to the dealership. Allow me to explain.
Murphy’s law states that “if anything can go wrong, it will” and Murphy isn’t taking any chances. He’s the type of Porsche owner who parks the furthest away in every parking lot because he doesn’t like other cars around him. Or if parking is limited he’ll take up two spots – and can stomach being called a douchebag because he loves his Porsche that much.
Murphy’s garage floor is fitted with red-apple shag carpeting, a color he chose because it compliments the grey exterior of his Porsche perfectly. Yet at the drop of a hat, the most insignificant errand like a trip to get milk or to top-up of air in his front right tire, he revels in. But not today however, no way, he’s playing it safe.
Murphy’s law also states that “mother nature is a bitch” and certainly this winter she has been one. With potholes the size of barbecues, driving across town is risky business for a Porsche 911 4S owner. So Murphy get’s overprotective and rightfully so.
Currently we’re driving together in a sedan stopped behind the flatbed truck that’s carrying his Porsche and Murphy is breathing easy. But each time that truck hits a bump I look over and see him purse his lips in pure anxiety. I try to comfort him “hang in there Murphy, we’re almost there.”