Mar. 10th

It was just another day in the neighbourhood. The sun was shining, the birds were singing the sweet smells of spring were in the air and I strolled down the street wishing I had eyes in the back of my head. In an attempt not to get paranoid, I stopped off for a relaxing coffee. Getting my paper cup with heat guard I was faced with the delimma of whether to sit inside and risk a robbery or outside and hazard a car jumping the curb. Going with the known statistics I headed out to the patio.

Well caffeinated I headed off, my little cup still half full, slurping periodically to keep up my resolve. It was a fairly good day, without anything weird happening, until I let my guard down. Walking by the door of a bank, weirdness struck. A person with a pistol in one hand and cloth-bag in the other, his face hidden by a ski-mask came barreling through the door of the back I had the luck to pass. Time seemed to slow down. It was one of the most perfect chain-reactions in the history of physics. The bag man ran into me, taking us both down. The impact caused my coffee cup to go flying, hitting the second man out squarely in the head, soaking him in luke warm coffee. Understandably surprised he flailed backwards, losing his balance and knocking into the third man out. Nearly an entire hold-up gang taken out by a cappuccino. It's true. The universe does have a sense of humour.