It Could Only Happen to Me...

It is only 11:00, yet I have managed to drop a cigarette down my shirt (this is a new one; usually I drop them in my lap), almost get hit by a car as I'm crossing the street (I'm walking across the street as cars are stopped at a red light. As I get to the middle of the intersection, the woman in front suddenly decides that now would be a good time to gun it. It was not a good time. She didn't even apologize!), and have my water bottle explode, covering me and my desk.