An old man turned ninety-eight
He won the lottery and died the next day
It's a black fly in your Chardonnay
It's a death row pardon two minutes too late
And isn't it ironic... don't you think
It's like rain on your wedding day
It's a free ride when you've already paid
When your freshly groomed dog,
Meets a skunk the next day.
Who would've thought, it figures.
Isn't it ironic?
I think Alanis Morissette said it best. Sorry, Alanis.. I just had to change the words a little a bit. Our poor customer... pay good money to get your dogs groomed, only to bring them right back before 8 AM stinking to high heaven. She said she wanted to sit down and cry. I don't blame her.