I think my 3 are done with

They say fortune comes in threes. Considering the things that have broken on me in the last few days, I think I can attest to this phenomenon.

Friday, some friends wanted to go to the Richmond night market. It was raining out, but it wasn’t too harsh and their time visiting in town was limited, so we decided to go while we had the chance. We parked a few blocks away, and walked over. Despite my careful avoidance of the puddles, I soon noticed my right foot was perfectly dry while my left foot felt like it was walking on a saturated sponge. It was too dark to see so I simply toughed it out (and by toughed it out I mean whined only every 2 minutes, instead of constantly), but in the light of my apartment I realized it had a huge split running across the arch, allowing my sole and socks to sop up any moisture underfoot. These were my nice $200 shoes I bought for work, so now they are limited to “dry days” and I need some new work shoes. *sigh*

As some of you know I’ve been shaving my head for work. For those that don’t, a long story short: my boss wants to see if we can measure hormones in hair, so I’m trying it out on myself. I’ve been a skin-head for a month now. Anyway, I was doing maintenance late last night, shaving it down again, when my buzzer started dying on me. But it wasn’t completely dead. No, no. In fact it was sputtering on and off, randomly. Let me tell you, it’s a little anxiety-inducing when a device designed for cutting things rapidly takes on a mind of its’ own, especially when faced with the dilemma of whether to run it across your head or go out in public with a patchily shaved scalp. In the end, I learned that the buzzer wouldn’t draw blood, even though it was failing so badly that it required a good shaking every 10 seconds. *sigh*

Lastly (I hope!), this morning I came out to my car to find that I was the victim of a hit-and-run. Someone passed by in the night and destroyed my rearview mirror. I found it battered and dangling off the driver-side door. It lay there limply, looking sadly at me, as if to say “No, they didn’t even leave a note. You don’t mind paying a $300 deductible to get me repaired do you? Would you be so kind as to duct tape me upright in the meantime?” *sigh* I hope karma gets the driver who did this.

But now the summer rainy spell is over and things are looking up. My luck can only get better, right? Right?