I'm in my kitchen making toast, and I butter up that toast... I pour a tall glass of cold milk, to go along with the toast, too.
Then, as I make my way to the couch from the kitchen, with my plate of buttery toast and cold milk, I trip on the loose carpet and spill....
There is no god.
I agree....but, the gawd of the house could take a moment to tack or hot-glue that bit of carpeting down. I hear 3 months in traction is not fun.......
God is on vacation... Satan is in charge until god returns... Patience