Theory: Leave work at 3pm, go to the coiffeur, arrive home at about 4pm, have a nice afternoon.

Reality: Someone at work asks you for help at 2:50pm. Leave work at 3:20, go to the coiffeur, spend about 30 minutes until you notie you will wait another 1 hour until you get your haircut started. Leave, drive to the next coiffeur, drive around a corner and it goes BOOM, you wonder what it is, and you notice a tire just POPPED. WFT?!...... go get the haircut, change the tire to the emergency-wheel, drive home and get blinkt and honked at because you drive so slow, ponder about just stopping and yell that old fucking bastard back to the middleages.... and well. arrive at home, notice that the small wheel is already out of air, enter home at 5:10pm and find a letter from an insurance that want 830 euro from you and you don't know what the fuck for... well at least that i can clear up on monday.

Fuck you Real life.