In Theory, It Seems Like a Bad Thing

When you finally get to sleep
And noisy strangers wake you up,

When you finally find the store
And then you buy the wrong item,

Or you forget the right item,
Or purchase what you thought you lost,

Which you find as soon as you leave
The store, or the store's moved or closed,

When you get to your big event
And there's no parking, or you hit

Someone's car in the parking lot,
Or someone hits you, or fights you

Over nothing, lots of yelling,
Or you're pulled over in traffic,

When any number of problems
Thwart, and frustrate, and spoil your plans.

And maybe your theory's correct.
But you know most theories are wrong.