1: “How does Murphy’s law work?”
2: “Here, I’ll show you. Let’s play a game: Imagine you’re in charge of security at a banquet where the president is speaking.”
1: “…okay…”
2: “Your job is to get through the day without the President dying. Now. Prepare for the worst.”
1: “Oh, okay. Um, get personnel, check their backgrounds, station them around the president to shoot anyone suspicious. I also screen the partygoers as they come in for weapons.”
2: “The president died.”
1: “What?!”
2: “Someone poisoned the banquet’s food.”
1: “…Well fine! Then I do background checks on the kitchen staff and waiting staff!”
2: “He’s still dead. Someone sniped him out the window.”
1: “Fine! I move the party to Fort Knox!” (pause) “and comb the surrounding area for bombs! And make the president have a body-double! And make the president wear a protective hazmat suit!”
2: “Isn’t that a little excessive?”
1: “No! Did it work?”
2: “Nope. A meteor fell from the sky and crushed the building, leaving a crater the size of ten city blocks.”
1: “… okay, so Murphy’s law is basically, no matter how much you prepare, you’re still f*kd?”
2: “Yeah, basically.”
1: “Why prepare at all, then?”
2: “To obtain more interesting, amusingly disasterous results.”
1: “…I buy meteor insurance!”
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