Why does it always rain on me?
My wife and I agreed to dog-sit for my parents this weekend. I don’t know if this is a corollary of my bad customer service mojo, but every time we’re set to take care of my parents’ dog, it rains like the dickens, which makes taking her for her walks a royal pain.
What did it do all weekend? Yup, you got it: it rained.
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