The cockroach that lept from my lunchbox which slipped from my hands as fell and got soaked by a bus passing through a puddle, which happened to be the bus I would have cought if only I hadn't needed my rain coat or if that mouse hadn't chosen my raincoat hat as its final resting place, but anyway, this cockroach must have been an omen foreshadowing the string of misfortunes which filled the rest of my day.