Is your life a series of reoccurring problems happening between disasters, or am I the only person thus afflicted?

            For example, have you ever been driving in the rain on a freeway and have a flat tire and then finally, after spending twenty minutes searching through the trunk, you at last remember that your jack is still on the ground in back of the house where you left it after jacking up one side of the house to make the little rubber ball little Sally  plays jacks with roll out from under the kitchen stove? Did that happen to you?

Jus’ wonderin’?

Or when playing catch with your dog you throw the ball out into the field and Fido comes me back and drops a dead rat on your foot?
Do things like that ever happen to you?

Jus’ Wonderin’?

When the movers finally arrived four hours late did they deliver your furniture to the house across the street and then bill you for overtime. 
 Did that happen?

When you were on vacation and sailing your sailboat on a cloudy windy day and a lightning bolt struck turning your mast into splinters. Did that upset you? Did you fall overboard and lose your expensive sunglasses?

Jus’ wonder in’.

Why these things only happen to me.