A really funny story for you:
So, sometimes I have these moments. Maybe you have them to. In any case, I'm sure you'll understand.
Today I was on my way home from class. I walked up the hill to the street I live on and continued walking in the direction of my house. I kept walking...and walking...and walking... and then I realized something wasn't right. I should have been at my house ages ago. So I walked back...and ended up back on the main street. Now I knew something was wrong, but I couldn't for the life of me see my house. See, I live in a townhouse on a street of townhouses that all look the same, but I know how to recognize my house. However, today, I COULDN'T FIND IT.
Since I couldn't find my house, I decided I'd just have to look at all the house numbers. Well, I got to the number 20 where I live and I just stood there. It didn't look like my house. It had to be my house, but it just wasn't right. I stood there and stared at it.
Then, ladies and gentlemen, it all made sense.
I couldn't find my house because..
wait for it...
someone fixed the broken fence and didn't tell me. D'oh. 