Funny Things Happen To Me

And it's my fault. I asked God to make my life that way.

But when you get someone elses mail in your box, then, being the kindly neighbor you are, take your dog and walk the mail to that neighbors house, and on the way you're telling your dog, hey, maybe this is fate, maybe something really exciting is going to happen, and then fate brings a ten year old, mentally challenged, BUTT NAKED boy to the door, causing your reflexes to lift the bag the mail is in in order to shield... you know... and he's standing there, no adults are coming, and you ask for the name on the mail, and he says, "not home" and you, still holding up your bag, ask him to give the mail to said neighbor, and he replies, "after shower," takes the bag, and shuts the door, leaving you bewildered and unable to process thought, you wonder if maybe you should be more careful about what you pray for.