By Susan Harper
I have been having “one of those days” for over a month now, and I’m ready for it to be over. I feel like Calamity Jane — everything I touch seems to fall apart or blow up or just simply quit working.
My sister has said for years that she has a strange effect on what you might call pieces of equipment — cars, computers, things like that. She was driving a Mercedes one day when its radio decided to start playing at top volume and serenade everyone in an office park with Spanish music. No one could turn the radio off, and in the end the car was towed to its dealership with all the windows rolled up, still blaring Latin tunes.