Egads, WHY?

Today I not only managed to spend more than six hours with five children waiting for lab technicians to test them for various and sundry bacterium, but I did it with a smile.

Then I went to pick up their prescriptions for antibiotics and promptly drove the van through a narrow spot, scraping the paint. Our van now sports a yellow stripe that was never intended to be there.

This I did not smile at.

Is it all to teach me a lesson about vanity? Why not just give me a bad hair day or something?