More bull****: The clutch in the car I was driving (my mom's) stopped disengaging fully, prompted a $1000 repair bill (because we knew the mechanic). Also, the day before it was to go into the shop, I'm on my way to work (to make money to pay for said repairs) when I hear the familiar sound of tire flappage. So I get off the e-way, scope the tires, refill them. About 10 feet later, my tire explodes in a burst of pure hatred and bad karma. The tires: $150...apiece.
Hmph...I've run out of rage at my bad luck.