NP: Bulls vs. Clippers

I know that, sometimes, I'll rant about how forces of nature align against me, about how fate seems to be singling me out for various minor everyday tortures, and you probabaly all roll your eyes and wonder if I've got some kind of persecution complex.

Well, now I've got proof.

I had a pretty tight schedule yesterday, so naturally, I hit a fair amount of traffic as I headed down to the North and Clybourn area. This isn't that abnormal, especially for a Saturday, but I thought I was out early enough to miss it. But as I was searching for parking before getting to the gym, I was confronted with the following scene outside of Joe's on Weed Street.

That's right, I was held up while a marching band crossed the street in front of me. Seriously, doesn't that only happen in cartoons and absurd comedies? Am I living in a cartoon or an absurd comedy and just don't know it?