I believe everyone is familiar with Murphy’s Law. Some variations are as follows:
“If anything can go wrong, it will.”
“If there’s more than one possible outcome of a job or task, and one of those outcomes will result in disaster or an undesirable consequence, then somebody will do it that way”
“Whatever can go wrong, will go wrong,”
“Whatever can go wrong will go wrong, and at the worst possible time, in the worst possible way.”
“Anything that has a probability of happening greater than 0 can and will happen. No exceptions.”
Well, Missy’s Law is “If anything can go wrong, it’ll happen to Missy or at least go wrong when she’s around.”
Now you may think I’m exaggerating a little bit. And I wish I were. But I’ve come to accept my “bad luck” as just another quirk that keeps my life interesting. Mostly it’s little things. For instance, if we’re outside, my friends have come to realize they won’t need bug spray at all because the bugs are attracted to me. I am the best bug repellant for everyone else. Great for them, not as satisfying for me. A more compelling example would be the time we were living in the lofts in downtown. The lofts were very secure as they have a security gate to the parking lot that requires a remote control. Then once you’re in the parking lot you use the same remote to access the door to the building. You even have to use the remote to get out of the building. Well, Missy’s Law jumped in to action one afternoon by way of dead remote battery. Not a big deal, normally. But it happened after I had used the remote to get out of the building and was in the parking lot. So basically I was trapped in the parking lot. The remote would neither let me leave nor would it grant me access back in to the building. Missy’s Law also dictates that this wouldn’t happen when lots of people were coming and going from the building but rather mid afternoon when most people are at work.