Why is it that the moment we finish cleaning our car, a bird decides to use it for target practice?

We sit in traffic for hours to get to a vacation spot, only to need a vacation from the stress of the traffic.

The way we hold our breath when passing a construction site even though we're in a car is a testament to the power of superstition.

I find it amusing how we carefully choose our outfit for the day, only to spend most of it hidden under a blanket at our desk.

Isn't it funny how we spend so much time making plans for the weekend, only to end up binge-watching Netflix in our pajamas?

We all have that one drawer in our house that's a complete mystery when it comes to what's inside.

Why does the concept of 'five-second rule' only apply to food on the floor and not other surfaces?

I always wonder why 'quick sand' works slowly, seems like false advertising to me.

Why do we say we're 'going to sleep like a baby' when babies are notorious for waking up frequently throughout the night?

I find it funny how we say 'I slept like a log'...who wakes up feeling stiff and covered in bark?

It's strange how we park on driveways and drive on parkways, English language at its finest.

Isn't it ironic how we call it 'fun run' when running is anything but fun for most people?

I never understood why people take a photo of their boarding pass at the airport and post it online. Like, congrats, we now all know your seat number and where you're flying to!

Why do we always open our fridge, scan its contents for 5 minutes, and then decide there's nothing to eat?

I find it amusing how we always say 'just five more minutes' when hitting the snooze button, as if those extra minutes will make a huge difference in our day.

Isn't it funny how we pretend to know what we're doing when assembling furniture from IKEA, even though we're just blindly following picture instructions?

Have you ever noticed how we never look at the first page of a notebook, even though it's just as blank as the rest of the pages?

Isn't it strange how we trust a complete stranger to cut our hair, but we get nervous when someone we know tries to give us a trim?

Why do we call it 'fast food' when we spend more time waiting in line than actually eating?

Does anyone else feel like a professional chef when they successfully microwave leftovers without burning them?

I find it funny how we call it 'fast food' when half the time we spend waiting in line isn't very fast at all.