The day Karma and Irony rode me like a pony at the fair.

Earlier this week I was discussing on Facebook (and with anyone within earshot who was willing to listen to me whiiiiine about it) that the students are back on campus and OH MAH GAAAH, THEY ARE SO STUPID. Dumb as deer and with less sense than God gave a gnat. I swear to Jeff Foxworthy, I'm NOT exaggerating. I watched one almost get run over by a very slow moving bus. Another fell over a bench because she was too busy texting to look where she was walking. With this level of common sense, what the hell is going to happen when they start drinking?

And then, this morning, while walking to work and daydreaming about a very hot architect, I got run over by a bike.
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Yes, yes. You read that right and damn you for your superb eye focusing skillz. I got run over by a damn bike. A bike WITH BELLS ON IT! Someone asked me if it had tassels on the handlebars too and to be honest, I don't think so. But I didn't notice the entire fucking bike until it was literally on top of me, so it's quite possible there was a full circus of naked dancing midgets on the handle bars and I somehow missed it.