Junk Mail

photo by FLC

I walked into the street and was run over by a truck. Just then I realized the chance that had led to the catastrophe. That I forgotten to unplug the iron and had to go back inside. That the mailman came and I received the mail and had to put it in the kitchen. That the bike was impossibly difficult to unlock hence taking longer than usual. With the result of the truck-confrontation in mind I had to do something about it. I simply walked back in time and ignored the mail– it was a bunch of junk mail anyway.