Throughout our lives, we’re bombarded by questions that sometimes don’t seem to have good answers.
Granted, many of these questions are minor when compared to world peace or who will the Bachelorette pick. But they are questions, nonetheless.
I recently took an inventory of my inquiries and this is what I came up with.
Q. Why are the most satisfying French fries the ones that escape and fall to the bottom of the bag?
Q. Why do we feel so much rage once we get behind the steering wheel? Do I really think slamming my hand on the dash board will somehow bestow a greater sense of “road courtesy” on the other guy?
Q. Why is my line always the slowest? If you see me in the grocery store or the bank, don’t stand behind me unless you want to kill some time.
Q. When accidently dropped from any height, why does the buttered side of toast always land face-down on the floor?