Is it me or do some days feel like it's uphill all the way. It's not that they come along all that often, but when they do it can make me want to spit.
So how do I deal with it I hear you ask. It's simple, I just look for someone less fortunate and hope they fall over. Almost without exception the misfortune of others will put a smile on my face.
I can't help wondering if this makes me a bad person. Obviously I derive no real pleasure from notable misfortune, I just like to see people fall down open manholes and walk into trees, and If per chance they happen to slip on a little dog shit along the way I possibly piss myself.