Karma and fate.... the older I get the more sure I am that these things really do exist.
I wonder when the 'joke' will be revealed?
Today is a classic example. Driving to a meeting that I had already been told twice 'not to be late' to.
It had sunk in and I set off half an hour sooner than was needed.
Several attempts had been made to take up my time during the day but I juggled and dodged and was now on my way to meet a potential new good client.
Plenty of time in hand, I decided that I would 'pop in' the carwash and turn up with a gleaming shiny car - first impressions and all that.
Fate: The bleeding carwash broke down with me in it. Not only in it but trapped. It stopped right opposite my drivers door.
It was still squirting foam out by the gallon (if that's how you measure foam) but the brushes were not spinning and it wasn't moving on.
Took me a while to realise it wasn't cleaning my wheels and it had actually broken down.
I couldn't get out of the car for the machine and when I opened the door I was blathered with high pressure foam.
I couldn't drive out because the foam was now about 10ft high (judging by how dark it was getting in my car) and I wasn't going to try it 'blind' The windscreen wipers were clearing nothing
I beeped and beeped but no one came... until eventually I heard a woman's voice shout 'reverse out'
I wasn't reversing out blind either but if I wound my window down a little to communicate with her I was covered in foam again.
So I did a quick wind down and shouted - 'turn the f**king thing off' (I was loosing my rag)
After an age the foam subsided and my wipers could show me a gap in the windscreen - enough to maneuver out. Once clear, I drove back onto the road to the meeting......soaking wet with hair full of thick soapy liquid.
I could see foam in my rear view mirror flying everywhere for about the next mile.
I was late and slunk in full of apologies and dirty looks and it was only later when I looked in the toilet mirror that I realised I had a mohican hairstyle.....
