Could any one else share their bouts of terrible luck to make me fell better

Okay, here goes:
The year: 2010
Those involved: Me (The Vyper, military aircraft enthusiast) and a friend (Z-Cobra, a flight instructor and also a military aircraft enthusiast)
The setting: Vacation
Our destination: http://www.airventure.org/
Z-Cobra and I had been planning this trip since 2008. We were going to take his plane from Nashville, Tennessee to Oshkosh, Wisconsin to see the big air. Planned arrival time was around 2:00 PM. After our first refueling stop in Kentucky, we took off only to have to turn around and land due to bad weather. We waited about three hours for it to pass. We took off again and flew without incident for two more refueling stops. On our fourth refueling stop (in Decatur, Illinois) Mr. Murphy caught up with us again. We didn't even make it off the ground, due to engine problems. The airstrip mechanic (a great guy named Mike) looked over the engine and found the problem: one of the valves was stuck in the "open" position, and it would take a week to fix.
Not to be deterred, we began calling rental car companies. We called literally every agency within a fifty mile radius, only to be told each time that there were no cars available. When Mike heard this, he told us we could use the airstrip's courtesy car (since he owned it). He said we could drive it to Oshkosh, then back home, then back to Decature when Z-Cobra came to pick up his plane. This was good news, but had a downside: the car was 18 years old, had just over 250,000 miles on it, couldn't accelerate well with the AC running and sometimes wouldn't start at all. We took him up on the offer.
The car got us to Oshkosh without incident, but Mr. Murphy was still with us. Despite the fact that our room rental was confirmed and we called to let them know we'd be late (11:20 PM late), somebody dropped the ball and gave our room away. We managed to get another room in the same college dorm (yes, they rent those out for this event), but it had no AC. Keep in mind, this was the end of July when it was still rather hot. We stayed for three days, then began the long drive home. About an hour after we passed through Bowling Green, Kentucky, Mr. Murphy paid us yet
another visit. While traveling down the highway at 70 MPH, two of the bolts on our front right tire sheared off. We managed to pull the car over safely, but we couldn't change the tire due to the way the bolts had sheared off.
Fortunately, I had my AAA card with me. As I pulled it out to make the call, I noticed the expiration date: August 1, the very day we needed it. Awesome. So, I called the 1-800 number and told them what was up. They transferred me to the Kentucky branch so I could arrange a tow. There was no answer. I called the 1-800 number again and informed them of this. They then tried getting in touch with the Ky branch themselves, with similar results. They then emailed a few of those who worked there and learned they were having phone troubles.
Because the Ky branch could not be communicated with, AAA looked up some number for me and I had to call and get a tow myself. I would also have to foot the bill, then submit a reimbursemant form to AAA. We got the tow, but it took a little over three hours to reach us. It then took another four to reach Nashville, due to a combination of a bad tow truck and worse traffic.
We finally got home at around 1:45 AM. Unfortunately for me, I would have to get up four hours later for work. Even better, that was the day of a job performance review and I was expected to be refreshed, rested and ready to go after my "vacation". :facepalm:
How's
that for a run of bad luck?