Man plans, God laughs, Fords break down

It is a well-traveled saying that "Man plans, God laughs"...and I would never argue with such a supposition, except perhaps the sense that God takes pleasure in our misfortunes.

Last night, I hopped in my car to head over to Barnes and Noble to meet with Tag regarding the open microphone strategies, and as soon as I backed out, the gear shift stopped cooperating. At least it didn't pull this stunt prior to my daughter's wedding, or at speed on the freeway. But it is frustrating nevertheless.

It occurred late enough in the evening that I had not enough remaining light to take a look at the problem and perhaps resolve it, myself, in a timely fashion. It took me a good ten minutes of grappling with it to be able to return the car (a 1996 Ford Escort) into its parking place. And, of course, this took place a few days after payday, with all my monies already committed to various creditors.

Sigh.

No one said it would be sunshine and lollipops everyday.