Some Days are Like That...

Do you ever have one of those days where you smash your finger, then go surfing down aisle 13 at the grocery store because someone spilled clear dishwashing liquid on the linoleum floor, and while you're surfing you somehow manage to run over your foot with the shopping trolley (which gracefully causes you to forget that your finger hurts but terribly wounds your pride because your host culture is, unfortunately, one that laughs when others are injured) and when you finally make it home you discover that your "Proudly South African" toilet has a mind of its own and flushes itself every few minutes? South Africa does not seem to like me today, and quite frankly, the feeling is mutual. :-)