Maybe it’s time for me to buy a horse or donkey. So there I was, sitting in my car at the end of Newhall Road in Windham waiting for traffic to clear so I could turn left onto Route 202 and come home. Maybe I was a little groggy from eating a bit too much for lunch at Thayer’s Store on the River Road when suddenly four giant green dragons on the back of a trailer truck passed in front of me. No, I am not kidding, although it became obvious that they were from some kind of circus ride after other trailer trucks went by carrying things for other circus rides.

The previous day was a day from Hell as far as driving around Windham went so now I began thinking that the infamous Murphy had come to town.

For the most part, Murphy’s Law pretty much means that if something can go wrong, it will. There is way too much information on the Internet about it and much of it is conflicting as to Murphy being a real person or just some name that might have originated during World War II.

If I knew better, after seeing those dragons go by might have been the sign that I should have realized it was time for me to go home and stay there all weekend. Because Murphy’s Law hit my wife and I right in the wallet and I am ready to call in a witch doctor and get rid of Murphy once and for all.

It all culminated with both of our vehicles going to the garage to get repaired and us locked out of our own house after 9 p.m. without any keys to get back in. Guess that’s why we were locked out.

Last Friday I had gone to the Windham Town Hall and after realizing I forgot some paperwork I needed to have with me, I backed out of the parking spot and headed down School Road toward Route 302. I was nearing the bottom of road never realizing that I was about to have two hair-raising experiences. A vehicle turned off of Route 202 and came up School Road almost totally on my side of the road. I couldn’t tell you what color it was and what it even was for a vehicle or who was driving it. I no sooner recovered from that when a little car of some sort coming from the direction of Windham Center Road turned left to get on School Road. The only problem was that the driver must not have had a clue what yield means and turned left right in front of me. If I hadn’t stopped, I would have T-boned the car on the driver’s side. The driver looked at me like she wasn’t at fault. Maybe it’s a signal for me to get another 19-foot Cadillac.

What’s really weird is that both of our vehicles were jinxed as well. I turn on my air-conditioning and suddenly the fan belt begins to scream. Since it is a used vehicle with significant mileage, I figured I might as well have both fan belts replaced instead of just have them tightened because I didn’t know how old they were. Of course what’s strange is that it is just my luck the mechanic would have to take a front tire off in order to get to one of the fan belts. So I get that done and kaboom, there goes the muffler and exhaust pipes on my wife’s vehicle. My wife tends to keep a vehicle for several years so it now has a lifetime muffler on it, probably to never be replaced.

As luck would have it, we also locked ourselves out of our house this past weekend. Thank God for cell phones. Both of us thank the Cumberland County Dispatch Center for the locksmith’s telephone number. And thank you Marty for coming.

Lane Hiltunen of Windham started his new week with a stuck seatbelt.

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