Say you're a young college guy and you live on the second floor of an apartment building.
You're laying on your bed watching a movie on your laptop.
You decide to get up for a glass of water.
Your feet hit the floor and sink into 2 inches of water.
You slog through your apartment, open the door to the stairwell and see water flowing down the stairs.
In your room stuff is floating around and the water keeps coming.
There is a knock on your door.
Two pretty girls are standing there; their apartment is flooded too, but they invite you upstairs.
You go up to their apartment, which isn't quite as wet. The power goes off.
There is a knock on the door. It's the fire department, telling you to leave (fire department? There's no fire, just a LOT of water).
You leave. Where do you go? All your stuff is in your apartment. Which you are not allowed to enter by very officious firefighters. (Who might be trying to keep you from being electrocuted).
You head for home. You call your Mom on your cell phone to tell her about the situation. While you are talking...blue lights in your rear view mirror? How fast were you going? Do you even know?
Mom (that's me) sits at home waiting to hear what the Blue Lights say. Dad pumps up the air mattress and decides that he'll pay for the ticket, if there is one, because you've had enough already.
So, you tell me--bad luck, or just plain bizarre?