No, i'm not going to write a spiel on the rule of three as presented in " American Pie " - rather, i mean the rule that bad luck comes in three's. Yes, i am once again back to my hippie, mumbo-jumbo, claptrap, but this particular rule always proves true for me. I have had a run of bad luck over the course of the past 10 days, all based around my stupid car, and its happened in a multiple of three. The last sunday of january i missed a car in my blind spot and got scraped at a roundabout; this past saturday i got busted speeding only 200m from the area where the speed limit changed ( which would have meant i wasnt speeding at all - i was talking and knowing i wasnt far from town limits, i guess my foot slipped... ) and then last night my dad backed into my car, causing yet another paint scrape. I think my car may have been designated the family dodgem car from all the scrapes and scratches on it. But see... three things within a matter of days....
And over the past weekend, i went down to my best friends place for hair and make-up trials, and a dress fittings for her wedding. Try this on for size - Day One, our hair trial goes horrendously ( my hair looked absolutely ridiculous and the bride cried over hers ); Day Two, we cant find a single style of shoe, all matching, in the three different sizes needed for the bridesmaids; Day Three, the bridal boutique says we owe them more money on the dresses than we actually do. Again, all bad luck, all in three's.
I suppose it could be argued that its all just coincidence, or how long a limit do you give for the rule of three to apply - a week, a month, a third incident of bad luck a year from now - but you all know its happened to you before, and besides that, you like it when i rave on about hippie, mumbo-jumbo claptrap. It makes YOU feel normal....
