@roger,
One time I was just settin' out on the porch in the rockin' chair watching the moon rush by, with my oil n my vape n my memories.
Hearing the irresistible sound of the Homeopathy Home Delivery truck theme song as it pulled up across the road, I hurried out to slake my lust.
Bang, the next thing I knew I was all akimbo asphalt. I'd been run over by an orthopaedic surgeon.
In that moment I realised that I'd rather hear the sound of a wailing ambulance siren than the wind chimes on the truck.