Yesterday I met some cousins. One of my cousins told this tale in which her husband committed arguably three instances of divvery culminating in an instance of great misfortunate coincidence.
He went for a long bike ride. This is the last good bit. Getting back home, he was too tired to put his bike away, so left it in the car. This was his first and arguably greatest mistake. He also left his wallet in the car. Mistake number two. Mistake number three was not paying attention to the texts from his bank that subsequently arrived in the middle of the night.
Waking up next morning, he tries to remember where he left the bike. Oh, it was in the car. Goes out to car. It is missing a window and the bike, and his wallet. Checks his phone. Looks like the thief has maxed out his bank card on cigarettes and scratch cards (it is not know whether he won anything). So he drives to the police station to report the thefts and...
...while he's in the police station, a random motorist crashes into his parked car, writing it off. The driver, who hadn't been wearing a seat belt, was found staggering around with blood pouring down his face and only wearing one shoe. "We'll call an ambulance. Sit down here and get your injuries seen to till it arrives." "I don't need an ambulance!" Jumps into car and drives off. Leaving my cousin's husband without bike, wallet or functional car, all in the space of 12 hours.
