A Perfect Example of Poetic Justice: Or, The Universe is Out to Get Me

Yesterday we were out running errands as a family. This is never a good sign; in horror movies this is like the sunny farm, or the newlyweds kissing in the kitchen, or someone playing the piano.

At the library I hit my head getting out of the car. The Principal laughed at me.

I told him it's wrong to mock other people's pain.

He said no, it's fun. So I hit him with the book bag and said "Ha! Ha! Ha!"

And then I fell down.