I took the dogs to the park at 6am this morning, as I often do when I want to avoid seeing other people there, which is always. A man stood in the middle of the park, flying a remote-controlled airplane that droned noisily even from 500 yards away.
I hadn't even fully crafted my insult about his parentage when the crazily looping plane smacked him in the back of the head, knocking him flat.
I don't know how his day started, but mine started delightfully.