So I went in to take my shower today and, what? Oh right. No hot water. Well, I had been forwarned about the annoyance, but I still felt the need to go and check it out for myself. I guess I was hoping that it would have magically repaired itself for my personal benefit, but no go.

Anyway, that meant my options were, (a) freeze in an ice cold shower—-which isn’t really an option, but I include for the sake of thoroughness—-(b) wait out the hot water for an indefinite length of time, or (c) remain shamelessly covered in my own filth as I go out and do the thousand and one things that need to be taken care of. I went with, (d) write a rambling dissertation about it.

Let's be honest. The chance that this is the result of some unfortunate accidental failure is slim, which means that for one reason or another, they purposely turned off the hot water. Turned it off at around 11 on a Sunday morning, right about the time people start getting up and/or needing a shower. It seems a little twisted to me. Why not eight, when the average student is still fast asleep? (If you ask me, anyone awake at eight deserves a cold shower... but that's beside the point.)

Still, it seems that this is a pattern. Take anything that is basically inconvenient, but let it happen at the worst time, worst place possible to maximize the effect.

The same is true with road work. Traffic is always reduced to one lane during rush hour, or you're redirected on a sparsely marked detour when you're outside even vaguely familiar territory.

I remember my umbrella every day except the one it rains. That usually also happens to be the day I wear a white t-shirt and have no time to go back to my room and change.

At Ponderosa, we always ran out of the most popular menu item of the night. Prime rib wasn't a common order, but I could be sure that if we were all out, every other customer would want it. Same with hamburgers (we never had rolls to put the burger on), french fries, cheese sticks, etc. Then I always got the obnoxious customer who would groan and ask, "How can that HAPPEN?" I'd have to make up some lie about a truck breaking down and profusely apologize as they shook their head, when what I really wanted to do was go back and tell the cooks to rub their steak on the floor before tossing it on the grill. Lucky I have some self-restraint.

My keys hide themselves whenever I'm running late. I usually end up yelling at my sister for putting them somewhere obscure, at which point she picks them up off the otherwise empty counter.

Every person I've ever known drives by when I'm outside mowing the lawn. Same thing when I'm running the two yard stretch of busy road at the slowest part of my run.

I guess this is all proof of Murphy's Law: Anything that can go wrong will. It's okay though. The twists are the spice of life (me using more cliches). More importantly, they give me something to bitch about, and we all know that's something I enjoy.

Anyway, I gotta go check the water again.