Comedy of errors
Ever had one of those days when you wake up, go to take a shower, open the door to the bathroom, stand on a small fragment of something extremely sharp, yelp in pain, steady yourself on the door frame as you try to see what pointy object is embedded in your foot, only to remember - just a fraction of a second of a second too late - that the door is weighted so that it will swing shut and at this precise moment in time is fact accelerating towards your hand, and no, you don't have time to move it before it slams down upon you?
Or is it just me?
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Well this gave me my first laugh of the day, so thank you. I know this is just Schadenfreude, so now that I've suggested an Avenue Q song to revolve in your head all day and chase you down the streets, I'll let you know that from previous postings - sometimes it's the sand which keeps us sane. Don't sweat the big stuff, as that's why you have friends you call upon. It'll all work out. I have every faith in you. Be well.
No. Just you.
With the door anyway.