F Bomb Friday: Murphy's Law

As a disclaimer, I must tell you that the events I am about to describe happened more to my husband, than to myself. I was not a witness to "the event" so the best I can do is tell it exactly as he told it to me.
Monday morning was pretty laid back. Roon and I got up and exercised, kids were up and dressed in plenty of time to get to school. All was right with the world. After a few hours, I called Roon at work to ask him something. I asked how his day was going.
Roon: "Ummm, alright. I guess..."
Me: "What does that mean?"
Roon: "You want to hear something stupid?"
Me: "Does it have something to do with carpooling?"
This is probably a good time to mention that my husband occasionally gives a ride to a friend, which is fine, but this friend is not the biggest "morning person" so it usually makes Roon run late on the mornings he picks him up.
Roon: "No."
Me: "Okay, what?"
Roon: "So, I was dropping the kids off at school right? Well I pulled into the driveway just fine, I parked next to the curb, opened the car door for the kids (we have one of those push button things in our van, so you don't have to exert any amount of physical force to open the door) the kids get out, everything's fine."
Me: "I'm failing to see the stupid part."
Roon: "I haven't gotten to it yet. So, anyway, there was this teacher/aid person there (like usual) to help get the kids out of the car safely [yadda yadda yadda] and then she went to shut the door. Not really sure WHY she thought she had to close the door, I didn't need her help to open it, but she yanked on it...HARD."
Me: "And...?"
Roon: "And...she broke the handle."
Me: "Broke the handle? What does that mean?"
Roon: "She broke the handle OFF."
Me: "OFF?!"
Roon: "Yes, off. She looked kind of stunned for a second, then handed it to me, and said 'you're handle broke'."
Me: "Did she at least say she was sorry?"
Roon: "Not so much. Just handed me the handle, and walked away. I closed the door by pushing the button, and was on my way."

WHAT THE...?!
Seriously? Not even a "sorry I accidentally turned your car into an eyesore"?
I told Roon that I guess this meant we had to look into getting it fixed. He said "why? We don't really NEED it. We can just use the button."
Yeah, uh-huh, sure. That's gonna happen. NO WAY JOSÉ! We are not going to drive around with the van looking like that, and if the words "duct tape" escape his lips, he'd better make up the bed in the guest bedroom.

Oh wait! You haven't even heard the best part yet! We've had this van for 5 years. We've been paying for it for 5 years. Just this year, we decided to use our tax return to help pay it off faster, and we are now one payment away from paying it off (a year early, I might add) and it has apparently begun to fall apart! Dang you Murphy, and your stinkin' law!!!

I am not really a pessimistic person by nature. I am much more the "glass is half full" or "look on the bright side" kind of girl. However, I am seriously failing to see the bright side to the previous story. Perhaps you will all be more able to see it, being removed from the situation, so feel free to give me some clarity, if you feel so inclined.

Now, go visit MiMi, link up with her, and let us all laugh at your misery as you describe the things that make you go RRRRR.