irony

Today the galactic autos aligned and forced my vehicle to malfunction. Ten minutes later a police officer offered to push me off the busy freeway by stopping traffic and shooting me across the lanes and into safety. Off the ramp I parked and the officer was on his way. I called for assistance and this is when Irony hit me in the balls with a rocket assisted Heracles club. I blinked and noticed that I had chosen to park next door to no less than five auto body shops -that were closed, a block from a lube shop, three blocks from two body shops and across the street from a mom-'n-pop car dealer.
So, now we are taking that two inch fate assisted lump on my testicles that reminds me, hourly, that I should get another car to some dealerships and see if we can walk away with something useful.