Something is happening and I am not too sure I understand it… maybe it is a normal part of the aging process… one day recently I started to step up on the porch of a local business firm and a drain pipe just turned loose and fell right beside me; a rock jarred loose and fell out of a nearby wall while I watched; I went to the pickup window of a local fast food place and was reminded that I had driven non-stop past the order window and had to circle the place a second time; then, I was drinking a popular canned soda when something besides soda hit the end of my nose. I assembled a crowd of witnesses, poured out the remainder of the soda, cut the can open and found…I am not kidding… a waded -up paper invoice and a waded-up sheet of one-time carbon inside. The puzzling part is that the invoice is from a competitive soft drink firm. I wasn’t too upset about the incident until I called the area distributing plant and told the receptionist the purpose of my call and asked to speak to the plant manager. She abandoned me to listen to aped music until I finally got enough of it and hung up. I immediately recalled the same plant, on another line, got the same friendly receptionist and again told her who I was, the purpose of my call and that I did not want to hear any more music, I wanted to talk to the plant manager. I guess I sounded like suing material or something because almost immediately he was on the line. I told him what had happened and his first words were, “Myy- y !!!” ... He promised to contact the supervisor of the plant that canned the soda. Next day, I heard from the supervisor of another plant. This man explained… he was more than glad to talk about anything I wanted to talk about… how could this have happened and what he said made sense. I told him that if this sort of thing just had to happen, they were lucky it happened to me because all I wanted was for someone to fess up to it and refunding my 40 cents!