Murphy's Law
Listen to this, everyone, because this doesn't happen every day.
I went to a farewell dinner party for a friend who's parting to Argentina next week. After playing charades and realizing it was 2:00am, we decided it was time to head home. Shortly after igniting my car, I realized a horrible screeching sound was coming from the right-side front wheel. Quite effectively, I had a flat tire. So I check the trunk of my car. I have a spare tire and a key. However, the key is broken, so I can't losen the bolts. I ask some friends to check their cars for another key; none of them have one. Another friend gives me a ride to yet another friend's house, we get a key, we go back to my car, and change the flat tire.
The spare is also flat. Fuck my life.
I had to leave my car in the middle of nowhere. It's 4:00am. I just got home. And tomorrow I need to go buy a tire, a key, and yet again change my flat tire.