It's not that I'm troubled all that easily, folks, it's that troubling things happen to me all the time.

When the weather is nice, because it's the first bus that I can catch when I finish work, because I enjoy walking and also because walking is pretty much the only physical activity I'm in any way capable of performing at the moment, I take a bus that takes me to the terminal, leaving me to walk about 15 minutes to get home.

I was on my way back this afternoon, walking, lost in my thoughts, when I suddenly noticed this Jeep stopped in the middle of the street. When I got close enough, the lady in the driver's seat, whom I'd never seen in my entire life, leaned towards the passenger's window and said: "Excuse me? You live all the way down there, on X Street, don't you?"

I was puzzled; it wasn't the street I live on, but it was still one that's very close, so I said yes.

"Do you want a ride?", the lady asked. "I live there too, and I see you walking every day."

I mean, that sort of thing just doesn't happen, EVER, people.