The first time I heard I carried a curse was in a makeshift psychic tent on the pier of Atlantic City, New Jersey. The announcement wasn’t too surprising; after all, I’m pretty sure just being on the Atlantic City pier curses most tourists.
“Yes, I see you are cursed. And for only twenty dollars more I can remove your curse,” rattled the psychic sitting across from me with a McDonald’s soda cup to her side.
I shuffled out of the tent in a state of dismay and absentmindedly stuffed my boca with comfort food at the diner a few stalls down.
While my days of overpaying fake psychics on run-down piers are behind me, the curse may not be. It’s actually a nice kind of curse… it quiets down from time to time, allowing me to think I have free will and the ability to achieve the best in life.
However, recently the curse reared its ugly head. It all began when my car’s inspection sticker expired and the little beep-beep needed a tune-up. Despite my terrible history with cars, I felt hopeful that it would be a quick fix.
Oops #1: After dropping the car off to our well-loved mechanic, we were told a low cost estimate and a promise the car would be ready for pick-up the same day. Two days later, we were still waiting to hear what was going on.
Oops #2: After the fifth day of holding our car hostage, the telephone rang at almost 10:00pm. It was the mechanic. Let’s just cut to the chase and say this: You never want to hear your mechanic utter the words, ‘I didn’t know what to do, so I watched a YouTube video, and just yanked the part out!‘
Oops #3: Realizing that just a week before, I dropped off my running car for a quick fix, and now I’m up to my eyeballs in mechanic invoices and apologies. And oh yeah, no vehicle.
Oops #4: This small blunder kicked out any idea of returning to Vermont to celebrate our anniversary.
All’s well that ends well, though. In a seemingly non-schiester move, the mechanic had a car for sale that happened to be the same year, make, and model as my own proclaimed dead vehicle. Cue eyebrow raise.
The best part of the new-to-me vehicle is the upgraded sunroof. It has this great feature were you open it to let the sunlight in, and it never closes again.
Have you ever experienced a bad luck streak?
How do you stay laughing through hard times?