Murphy's World

Playing Dodgeball with a Dodge

Dear Murphy,

Yesterday was definitely a “Murphy” day for me. My reefer started acting up, so the company sent me to the dealer in Kansas City, MO. When I arrived, I noticed that I had to make a wide right turn to get in the driveway. With turn signals on, I swung left and started into the driveway.

Unknown to me, there was a driver in a Dodge Intrepid who didn’t know what a turn signal meant, because she tried to pass me on the right. Next thing I know, there was a green car in front of me with damage on the driver’s side.

After the smoke cleared, I tried again to get into the driveway and caught the right side of the trailer on one of those infamous 4' 6" concrete poles, ripping a three-foot gash in the side. As if that wasn’t enough, on my way to drop off my damaged trailer and pick up another to transfer my load, it started raining, complete with thunder, lightning and hail.

Believe me, I was so happy to have that day end; all I wanted to do was go home. Unfortunately, I live in California and all this happened in Missouri. I’m sure that other drivers can relate to my experience.

Lizabeth Kirk

Pomona, CA

Dear Lizabeth,

So much Murphy material, so little time. Where do we possibly begin? How about at the beginning? Makes sense to me.

As you all know, in Murphy’s World, the first thing that goes wrong is just a hint of that fun that is yet to come, and so it was when your reefer acted up.

As long as there are people in four-wheelers who think that when a truck swings left to start a right-hand turn—and interprets that right-hand signal as an invitation to pass on the right— there will be big-rigs wearing Dodge Intrepids and other cars for earrings. The same goes for those concrete poles. I’m sure there’s a reason why they exist; I just can’t figure out what it is, unless, of course, the building’s owner is more interested in saving the building than the truck trying to get in.

Of course it started to rain on your parade. Of course you were half-way across the country when it all went wrong. Welcome to Murphy’s World. Your engraved invitation is in the mail—along with the check.h makes you later than late. I think you get the picture.

Regards,

Murphy and Lucky Dog