Black clouds threatened to the north as I pulled into the parking lot. No problem. I had an umbrella in the car. I was sure that Murphy’s Law ensured that if I carried it into the building with me, it wouldn’t rain.
No such luck. When I was ready to leave, I noticed a crowd gathered in the foyer, watching a downpour. I smugly sailed past them with my umbrella and out into the rain.
Out into lots of rain. And pea-sized hail. The umbrella might have kept my head a bit dry, but the rest of me was soaked to the skin by the time I got to the car. The inside of the car got mighty wet, too, especially when the umbrella popped back open as I tossed it into the passenger seat.
I’m wondering if I have grounds to sue Mr. Murphy.
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That Murphy! He’s a sly one!!!
Well, you could try, but good luck! I’ve been in those downpours…considered yourself cleansed by God. Hey, it’s better than being mad your soaked!
Yes, you do!!!! Go for it. Uh, lemme know how it goes, cuz I have a couple of grudges myself.
Let me know if you have a case – perhaps we could make it a class-action.