Isn't it funny how things never happen when you're most prepared for them?

I was just thinking about these strappy shoes I once had. The first time I wore them to a semiformal dance three of the straps broke and I could barely walk by the end. Then when I wore them to the Ashland Shakespeare festival, I brought a bottle of superglue in case they broke again. I wore them twice, and they remained perfectly intact. Then I wore them to another dance and they completely fell apart so badly I had to just take them off for the night. And it just reminded me of all the other times I was prepared for things and it never happened, and then I wasn't prepared and they did.