I live down the street from my "employer". Only three houses down.

It was raining today when she got home and offered me an umbrella, but I said "oh, no, that's okay. I'll just run." If you run fast enough, you won't get hit. Or at least, that's what the "voices" told me.

I did perfectly fine until I turned on my driveway...where I slid, scrapped the palm of my hand on the cement and then sliced one of my knuckles open on a branch of a bush that was so convieniently placed there.

But the funniest part is when I went inside and told my mother, she laughed at me and said "I'm not falling for that one again."