what about Murhpy

Murphy's favourite places for his law to make its strike:

- your front door: the gutter is leaking and attacks your favourite dress with a well-aimed drop of accumulated dirt

- halfway the route to your work: you left by bike on a sunny morning, 5 minutes later sun disappears behind a gigantic cloud, another 10 minutes later the sky turns apocalyptic black and you know a drash national will follow (term for the traditional showers on the Belgian National Holiday, in my opinion applicable on more or less every day of the year) and you’ll arrive soaking wet at your work

- at your work: outside temperature drops about below -50°C (or so it seems) and the heating is... broken (for Ca. and all university employees at the castle)

- on the way both to and from school (in other words from 7u30 to 8u30 and from 16 to 17): ... it rains

- about everywhere: meeting your ex when you look like you’ve drowned two weeks ago (for D. ;))

- about everywhere where you can eat: the combination of every form of liquids or sauces and a freshly washed outfit (for myself)

- in your bathroom: boiler’s broken when you’re in need of a hot shower (after that drash national of this morning)

- in a vacant house (in my case the one of my grandma): you’re the first to enter, meaning you’re the one to walk into a metropolis of spider webs...

- and of course… the supermarket: when you arrive by car, there’s only a place left at the far end of the parking (but when you reach the entrance all the sudden there are about 6 free parking places right in front of the door)

you chose the wrong shopping cart (god knows why only your cart sounds like a goose is trapped with his balls in every hinge of the cart)

and... duh... you chose the wrong line at the counter

grmbl...

but since my favourite type of humour is irony (oh irony)

Murphy’s law… my favourite law…

or maybe Jude Law… :D

thx to D.