Everything happens to me.
I went to the flea market and found someone who printed their own bumper stickers and I always laugh when I see the one that says, "My Kid Beat Up Your Kid That Was On The Honor Roll" so he made me one.
Of course, I parked at the mall and when I got back to my car, my bumper sticker was gone and in it's place was one with little bitty letters. When I bent over to try to read it all it said was "Daddy of Honor Roll Child" and some big guy kicked my ass all over the parking lot.
Had the wife come get me cause I had to lay back in the seat on a pillow on the way home.
Some people just don't have a sense of humor.