I mean your walking down the street and all minding your own bee's wax {it was a good wax season} your head down looking at your was. When all of a sudden you bump into a tall bearded stranger spilling his coffee all over him. You try to apologize and offer to pay the dry cleaning when all of a sudden he hauls out his hankerchief spites on it, mumbles a few russian/ukrainian words unknown to you, gives you a dirty look and walks away.
After that happens your life starts going to hades in a handbasket.
don't you just hate it when that happens.
After that happens your life starts going to hades in a handbasket.
don't you just hate it when that happens.