When I first went out this past weekend to visit some vaguely friendly internet folk along with my trusty sidekick Caminator18, little did we know to which end of hell we would trodden. At the very beginning, my adventure began. It would later be sung by minstrils as 'the fable of the Dude and King's Curse'. Before we delve further, let us bare back to understand what this curse is...

Years gone of ye olde, in the land of Brittannia, King Henry II and his trusted steed Kia were headed from Guelph to London, England, and were unfortunately lost in the Dark Forest. There, Kia misfell his hooves on the feet of a bitter old witch named Street. In her anger, she cursed the King and his steed with a spell that would cause their bad luck and misdirection...
...To this day, any who travel aboard a steed of Kia to London and happen on King's Street or King's Road, or any such King's roadway would be unlucky and late for meetings.

Back to the present: It so happens that I rented a KIA from Enterprise in Guelph, Ontario, Canada. From there, from the very parking lot I rented, misfortune struck. Making my first left turn, a woman sprinted into the street, and my witty driving narrowly missed the crazy person. Odd. Not only had she run into my path, I had been looking out for pedestrians and have never had such a close call.
Hmph.

Onward to Caminator18's dwelling, where the man of Gibb joined my noble trek. Together, we took to Caminator18's sister's for his gluten-free dietary foods. How very fitting for this ye olde telling of my tale. Back to the road, where we were bound to Toronto to find the newly met Sir Barfolomew Nose and Lady Inflamed Penii. When on the on-ramp, a ramp that held almost a kilometre of roadway yet, a van stopped suddenly to avoid oncoming traffic---traffic he would never have encountered had he used the onramp he was on! Again, my witty driving avoided disaster... Yet... Another Odd.
As Mr. Goldfinger of the James Bond novels says: "Once happenstance. Twice coincodence. Thrice? Enemy action."

Toronto was perhaps the smoothest leg of the journey, fore nothing stood in our way. It was there we were informed of our need to find the FlowerPower in a Water of Loo. Unfortunately, this is true... for our four futures would be cursed from that moment.

At the Water of Loo, we happened to need King's Street, which would take us directly to FlowerPower. What could possibly go wrong?
King's Street dodges out of the way, and turns into another street--a street we eventually learned was useless to us. Back to find the dodging King's Street led to two deadends, and a fence beside King's Street the Highway?
It took an hour longer than scheduled to find our destination.

A day passes. We are to go downtown London, and park underground. Lo' it be on King's Street, London. Again, the curse! On the way home from this, even with a local navigator, the curse bound us to unnatural directions!

It went on and on, this damned curse. Everyone has been plagued by it... Beware, ye passerby... The King's Curse is a terror too great to describe.