Paranoid, me?

I forgot to set the alarm clock last night.

I woke up at six thirty, which is fifteen minutes late. I scrambled out of bed, threw on some clothes, gathered my stuff and hurried out of the door.

That's why I forgot my camera.

I had planned to take a picture of that silver van I mentioned. But as I was walking down the stairs I thought, "Forget it, it's too late, that van's already gone. If it had been there in the first place."

Then I walked outside and what do you know, there it was!

It was fifteen minutes later than usual and still that van was standing there, lights on, engine running, driving away as soon as I reached my car.

Is it me, or is something funny going on?