Whenever I find myself in a situation that couldn't possibly get more unpleasant, there's always one thing that can prove me wrong: a fart. Imagine you're a National Guardsman whose tour of duty has been extended yet again, and you're on a patrol in Falujah, and you're pinned down by insurgent fire, the sun is beating down on you mercilessly, you're running out of ammo, and you're thinking, it can't possibly get any worse than this. Wrong! The guy in front of you cuts the cheese. It's a little thing, but in situations like this, little things are magnified. The odd part is, this kind of thing happens a lot more than chance would allow for. God works in mysterious ways. But I bet He's puzzled that we're not more impressed.