[david c.]

This miserable divorced poor bastard was sitting at his house, eating a microwave dinner, watching the typically awful evening news after a long day at his job as a garbageman.

There's a knock at the door.

He's not expecting anyone, so he's a bit miffed that he has to stand up.

But he does, and when he opens the door...

There's no one there.

In anger, he prepares to slam the door shut and resume eating that microwave dinner, but...

at the last second he notices a little snail on the doorstep, looking up at him with those big snail eyes and cutely waving his little snail antennae

But that bastard just kicked the snail off the doorstep with all his garbageman might, and the snail flew all the way across the street.

Some three years later, that sorry sap was sitting at that same table, eating very much the same meal, and watching the miserable evening news on an equally boring day, when...

There was a knock at the door.

Again, he was expecting no one, and had similar disdain for getting up after a long day of picking up trash. But he opened the door and found..

No one was there.

So he was mad.

He was about to slam the door as was his habitual reaction, when

He looked down to find the very same snail who said:

"Hey, what the hell was that for?"