Murphy's law states that "if anything can go wrong it will at the worst possible moment".
When I first read this quote, I thought it was hilarious. It seemed so crazy, something that would never happen. Things could never possibly go THAT wrong. But little did I know, everything would go wrong that day.
It was the 22nd of January and the weather outside was horrible. It was the day of Sam Breslin's birthday and I had been attending a Korean-Literature class at school. After class I went home, took a shower, and prepared to leave. The party started at 12 pm. I knew that I could make it on time if I got on a bus by 10:30, and then on the train by 11:30.
I waited at the bus stop, but no bus came. I waited and waited; by 10:45 I was sick of waiting. So I attempted to go by a different route. I got on a different bus, and promptly fell asleep. When I woke up 30 minutes later, the area around me seemed very familiar. I thought it was my stop and got off.
Looking around, I realized my mistake. I had gotten off 20 minutes too early. I checked my watch. 11:30. With only 30 minutes to go, the only idea that I could come up with on the spot was getting on a taxi, so I did. I rode the taxi down the Sahil, hoping I would make it in time.
Then I noticed that the taxi-meter was starting to run up pretty quickly. What started off as 2 lira continued until it became 10, 15, then 20 lira. I checked my wallet, to make sure I had enough money. I only had 23 lira. My mind started racing, thinking of all the different options: Should I just get the taxi near his house and run off without paying? Would I get caught? What other options did I have?
It was then that we passed the bowling alley, I remembered that we were planning on bowling there as the main event of the party. Quickly calling the to the driver to stop, I payed and got off, only to find that I had left my cellphone in the car. Thankfully the phone rang and the guy stopped to find out what was ringing. I ran to catch up with the taxi and retrieve my phone.
I attempted to call Sam at home, telling him I would be waiting at the bowling alley. I dialed, then waited patiently as the phone rang, continuously, until Catherine Rice picked up on the 5th ring. I started to tell her that I would be at the bowling alley, and I think I got the main point across before the call ended. No more kontors. Things were going pretty bad.
I walked into the bowling alley, feeling a little awkward being alone. The man at the counter glared at me. I'm pretty sure he thought I was a crazy foreigner; my hair was wind-blown and in a crazy state. I sat down at a table, waiting for my friends to come.
It took them 30 minutes to arrive, and I waited patiently, as the man glared at me every now and then. The rest of the day was pretty uneventful, but fun, especially after I beat the birthday boy in bowling.
That concludes my story. Even today I wonder if it was just my fault. Maybe it was fate. It does seem like Murphy's Law. But its not like this happens too often. I guess we'll never know what it was.