It Was Destiny
One fine morning, the sun was shining, the birds were singing, not a cloud in the sky. I left my apartment and began my journey to work. A bus ride and two train rides later, it was raining cats and dogs, perhaps even a few monkeys.
I growled a bit to myself and went to the little shop in the station and spent 10 bucks on an umbrella. I left the station only to find to my chagrin, the rain had completely stopped. I headed to the monorail to finish the last leg of my journey.
I got off the monorail and headed to the restroom. I was carrying a large bag so I set it down on the counter by the sink. I stood at the other side of the room answering nature’s call, when I see my bag topple over, passing under the faucet and thus triggering the electric eye. There was my bag in the sink directly under the now gushing faucet. I ran over and retrieved it. Of course this very modern facility had no paper towels, so I brushed it off the best I could.
I left the restroom and looked up into the sky. “Why Lord why?”, I cried. Evidently I was destined to get wet no matter what I did.