Murphy Practices Law Without A License
Have you ever heard of Murphy’s Law? A simple explanation of Murphy’s Law is….what possibly can go wrong - will go wrong. I have had the distinction of being chosen to live by Murphy’s Law in the past couple of weeks.
It all started on a cold morning in the latter part of January, when I innocently went into the garage to start my car, to warm it before I drove “Clark” to school. I started my old tin lizzie and before I knew it, lizzie was as warm as I have ever seen a car before. Her engine had caught on fire. Not only was lizzie burning, she was burning while still inside the garage. After a panic call to 911, the fire department responded and brought things under control. Luckily no one was hurt, but little lizzie was burned to a crisp.
The next step was to call my insurance man and tell him my tale of woe. Before long, Mr Insurance Man was knocking on my door. He surveyed the damage and concluded that I had indeed warmed the car up on Thursday morning. He told me I would only have to do one simple thing…have the title notarized, put it in an envelope, send it to him and before long I would have a check so I could buy myself a new set of wheels. Sounds simple, right? But sometimes things that sound simple are not simple. Not when Murphy’s Law comes into play. My car title was not in the important paper file that I keep for all the papers that we can not live without. For two days. I tore the house apart, I found things I didn’t know I had and a lot of things that I didn’t care that I had. After the most frustrating search in the history of searching. I gave up and ordered a replacement for the evasive little devil. I paid my $3.50, shed a pitiful tear or two to convince the lady at the County Clerk’s office that get- ting my new car title in record time was a true necessity. And wouldn’t you know it, two days later, after all this, you know who-(the man that never forgets)-walked in the door with a grin on his face and my old car title in his hand. Seems my car title had hitch hiked South on Hwy 85 and taken up residency with some other important papers in Fort Lupton Finally, with my problem solved I called my insurance man with the good news. Then I called the County Clerk and told her that I didn’t need a new title. I now had my old title. I was even prepared to donate the $3.50 that I had paid, to the Weld County Road and Bridge Fund. But lo and behold, they told me it was too late, by ordering a new title, the old one had been cancelled out and I had to wait for the new one. So there I stood, right back to square one, only this time I had the old car title in my hand, waiting for the new one. Again I called my insurance man and told him my sad story.
Well, let me tell you, my poor pitiful Pearl act that I performed at the County Clerk’s office must have been Academy Award material. Before long I had my new car title. Now things were starting to go my way, all I had to do was get my signature notarized, send the title to Mr. Insurance Man, wait for the mail to bring my money and go shopping for some new wheels. I hurried to my bank with my new car title and visions of new white side walls dancing in my head. I walked up to the lady at the bank who could notarize my signature and started chatting about things that ladies chat about. While we were chatting, she proceeded to fill out the bottom of my new title and release the bank’s lien on old lizzie. Now this would have been alright except the bank has never had a lien on old lizzie. Now what do you do, the old title is no good and the new title is ruined. And through all this the insurance man is anxiously waiting to give me money.
After the lady at the bank signed an affidavit stating that she had filled out the bottom part of the title in error, I sent a very fat envelope to my insurance man. Along with the simple title was an affidavit, a letter of explanation of what happened and a card with the phone number of the lady at the bank is case there were any questions. Mr. Insurance Man must have been so confused when he received the envelope that he automatically told his secretary to send me a check, so he wouldn’t have to be involved anymore.
So as you can see, Old Murphy is always out there somewhere, just waiting to practice his law….but sometimes it’s tiresome thinking your his star client.
