Bad timing

There's bad timing
And there's sheer good luck

Guy@Work walks up to my desk with another colleague

G@W : "So Hows it?!"
Me (tears himself from comp monitor and says without thinking) : "Hows what?"
G@W (Stares meaningfully at me for a while and says) : "Life!"
Both start guffawing like an annoying oafs

See he dudn know that the chemicals inside my brain were mixing up to form a particularly nasty concoction and his words were the right catalyst to make a formula called raiiiiiiiiigeah!

Sheer good luck and the absence of a shovel has saved G@W from a rather misfigured piehole, you know what I'm sayin?