Miss Misfortune Part2

Didn’t I always confess I am miss misfortune? One more amusingly unfortunate incident to prove it...
If the movie “confessions of a shopaholic” was ever produced, it must have been conceptualized with yours truly in mind... Breezy and an overcast Saturday evening, I had been shopping for over an hour at the ever infamous sarojini nagar market for nightwear, because this is one place where you get inexpensive rugged body friendly fabrics, sculpted into comfortable ensembles, at rock bottom prices, and being a single woman, with no man to glare at me and my humble self, while I sleep, I prefer unflattering, cheap yet stress free prêt night wear, how much ever I might flaunt my figure in expensive designer stuff while strutting in parties!

Suddenly I feel a drop go plop on my head. It’s about to rain. No way! I was not going to let a light drizzle to play wet blanket with my plans to go full swing on a fruit diet. So, despite the skies crying out a desolate warning, I make a desperate attempt to purchase some really sumptuous fresh fruit, Only to be almost caught in a downpour…

But then, I am “vandy” nothing can get the better of me, I rejoiced; not time, destiny or even nature! That’s why, before the gods above burst the tankers, I was safely inside my tiny buggy, snug with my purchases, and lit the ignition and reversed the vehicle, which was parked on the top of a sidewalk near the apartments.
Alas! As mum always said,” Are you happy honey?? Don’t worry you will soon get over it”! Blinded by the sudden cloudburst, the left hand side tyre flies off the twelve inch high concrete and is left spinning in the air with the rod, connecting the set of the two front tyres, landing with a devilish conspiracy, that the duo [the tyres I mean] had hatched against me, on the pavement and the car balancing to save its precious life!

Now what? Visibility is next to zero, it’s late in the night, and hardly a soul around. After debating, and relentlessly trying my level best to reverse or move the car forward, the only outcome was, the stubborn wheel, I mean the tyre, spun, churned, whipped up some fresh creamy wet mud and gyrated, disobediently in the air, as if to mock me and sing in chorus,”you took us for a ride girl, now we spin u around!” with the car not budging a centimeter.

Then, just out of nowhere a man in a wagon r, notices, slows down, observes, and…just passes by, wiping off the optimistic smile on my countenance.
But no, he stops just behind me, parks and walks up in the deluge and volunteers to the damsel in distress.
Now it was my turn to scoff at the wheels! Ha! You two nincompoops! The Gods are watching me. See? He launched his messenger [yahoo.co!] to take care of me!

In no time the quick witted man had formulated an arrangement, propped up the wicked wheel on bricks, created a slant, reversed my car, handed me my keys tipped his hat, oops! Sorry no there was no hat there I do get carried away into the Victorian era at times such as these! With me thanking him profusely for turning into my knight in shining armour, we exchanged smiles and were on our way!
Where?? To our individual destinations of course!
With me, drenched to the bone, yet happily spinning through the torrent, humming, and “raindrops keep falling on my head! And nothing can get me down!!”
So in a nutshell, I am Miss MISS FORTUNE AND FORTUNE ALWAYS GIVES ME A MISS.BUT THEN WHEN I MISS FORTUNE, FORTUNE STARTS MISSING ME! ARE YOU MISSING SOMETHING HERE? NO SWEAT LET’S START ALL OVER AGAIN!!LOLZ!